Gettin' Paid

Yeah. Tune in and trade the truth. Texas Wyrd Woods. King of the Streets Volume Three. This just the beginning, motherfucker. We back, nigga. I stay rooted to the streets. I know I'm, I know I'm getting paid. I know I'm, I know I'm getting We don't Even count the money no more, we just blow It. Up, we spend it all up. We don't even count no more, baby ride rims Through the suburbs. Niggas got a problem and they can't stand it. Money strapped to my waist. Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no base. Flooded the trap, I need a new place. Money gotta go, I told 'em there's no space. Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase. Only with locs, the same as my race. All I know is stunt. Make a hater feel Like shit to the point that he feeling out Of place. Real talk. Money strapped to my waist. Somewhere in the whip I'm in with no base. Flooded the trap, I need a new place. Money gotta go, I told 'em there's no space. Never love hoes, hoes I don't chase. Only with locs, the same as my race. All I know is stunt. Make a hater feel Like shit to the point that he feeling out Of place. Real talk. I, I ain't the one, but I lean on Haters. Looking so clean on gator. Try to jack me, guarantee I put a beam On haters. Hood nigga. When it come to this, I'm stocked up. Shit on my wrist, trying to light this block Up. Nigga say 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. H-Town president since back then. Hope that slut that I'm with got insurance on Her. She know I'm 'bout to run up in Her back end. Like I said, her back tight, She was getting plugged. We can take it to The streets, take it to the club. Don't rubber band shit, I got trash bags. Other niggas make it rain, I'ma make it flood. When I ain't talking shit, I'ma talk bread. If a hater don't like it, tell him to 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. Ain't nobody finna take away what I came to Get. Audi R8 that I came to sip. With interior the color of an all white brick. We don't even count the money no more, We just blow it. Up, we spend it all up. We don't even count the money no more, We just throw it. Up, and make 'em pick it all up. We don't even count the money no more, We just blow it. Up, we spend it all up. We don't even count money no more, We just throw it. Niggas got a problem and they can't stand it. All big weed in my joint. Diss me, there's no point. Little guy, but still all my niggas got big Heat, they on point. Big weed in my joint. Diss me, there's no point. Little guy, but still all my niggas got big Heat, they on point. Rolling up while I drive. Engine beat in the trunk. Decided two thousand five that I can fuck any Bitch that I want, ooh. And, and, and I ain't even trying to stunt. This a two-seater, my bitch can't help but ride Up in the front. Balling. Most niggas won't try to pick 'em up. Throwing so much money, you even trying to pick Some up. You trying different stuff. Look at how I block 'em out. Smoke like a Cali nigga, 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 talking 'bout. We don't even count the money no more, We just blow it. Up, We spend it all up. We don't even count the money no more, We just throw it. Up, and make 'em pick it all up. We don't even count the money no more, We just blow it. Up, We spend it all up. We don't even count the money no more, We just throw it. Up, and make 'em pick it all up. Hey, hey, Hey, hey, hey. Hey, Hey, Hey. I Know I'm, I know I'm getting Slim baby Ride rims through the suburbs. Niggas got a problem and stand