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conversations.value: Write me a song called Getting Paid with the following description: The 4th track off Trae’s album, Street King, features Wiz Khalifa, who drops in to croon a hook and drop a quick 12-bar verse. The central theme of this song is pretty obvious… Yes, you guessed correct! It’s about getting paper and blowing it.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]
  We blowin’ money bitch
  I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid
  I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid
  [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]
  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
  [Verse 1: 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 ain't 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 nigga, when I come to this I’m stocked up
  Shit on my wrist tryna light this block up
  Nigga 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
  Niggas make it rain, I’mma make it flood
  I ain't 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
  Ain't 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: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]
  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)
  [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  Big weed in my joint
  , 
  diss me there’s no point
  Lil guy but still all my niggas got big heat they on point
  Rollin up while I drive
  , engine be in the trunk
  Decided in 2005 that I can fuck any bitch that I want
  Ooh, and, and and I ain't trying to stunt this a two seater my bitch can’t help but ride up in the front
  Ballin’ most niggas won't 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 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 talkin’ ’bout
  [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth & Wiz Khalifa]
  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)