[Intro]. We blowin' money bitch. I go hard I go hard gettin paid. I go hard I go hard gettin paid. [Chorus]. We don't even count the money no more we just blow it. (We spend it all up). We don't even count the money no more we just throw it. And make 'em pick it all up. [Trae Tha Truth]. Money strapped to my waist. Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no bass. Flooded the trap I need a new place?. Money got to go I told 'em theres no space. Never love hoes hoes I don't chase. Only wear loc's the same as my race. All I know is stunt make a hater feel like shit to the point. that he in another place? Real talk. I-I-I aint the one but I lean on haters looking so clean on gator. Try to jack me I guarantee I'll put the beam on haters. Hood n-gga when I come to this I'm stocked up. Shit on my wrist tryna light this block up. N-gga said I got a dope man swag take a look at these jewels. Every one of 'em rocked up. And we still on the corner packed in. Ace town president somethin back then. Hope the slut that I'm with got insurance so. She know I'm about to run up on her back end. Like I set of bad she was gettin' plugged. Can take it to the streets take it to the club. I don't ruberband shit I got trash bags. N-ggas make it rain I'mma make it flood. I aint gonna talk shit I'ma talk bread. I f a hater don't like it tell em drop dead. I'm in the hood like a fresh set of projects. Where they either rock blue or they rock red. I'm the king of the streets. Aint nobody finna take away what I came to get. Audi R8 that I came is sick with interior the colour of a all white?. [Chorus]. We don't even count the money no more we just blow it. (We spend it all up). We don't even count the money no more we just throw it. (And make 'em pick it all up). We don't even count the money no more we just blow it. (We spend it all up). We don't even count the money no more we just throw it. (And make 'em pick it all up). [Wiz Khalifa]. Big weed in my joint diss me there's no point. Lil guy but still all my n-ggas got big heat they on point. Rollin up while I drive engine be in the trunk. Decided in 2005 that I can f-ck any bitch that I want. Ooh and and and I aint trying to stunt. this a two seater my bitch can't help but ride up in the front. Ballin' most n-ggas wont try to pick 'em up. Throwin' so much money you even try to pick some up. You tryin' different stuff look at how I block em out. Smoke like a Cali n-gga even when I'm in the south. And when when my car come out the whores come out. Don't even get on twitter no more. 'cause I'm what your bitch talkin' 'bout. [Chorus]. We don't even count the money no more we just blow it. (We spend it all up). We don't even count the money no more we just throw it. (And make 'em pick it all up). We don't even count the money no more we just blow it. (We spend it all up). We don't even count the money no more we just throw it. (And make 'em pick it all up)