Ace Hood Album

I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
So step but you better step quick
from the mutha-fuckin' underground
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck

Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And that's just his luck
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
Cause a nigga like me
don't really give a fuck

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck

They just don't give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

(feat. Akon)

Ooh yeah, oooh yeahhh,
Ace hood, Konvict Music,
I know they want us to stop,
But we immune to lose it,
Hey,
Hey,

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 1:]
When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always told to eat fast,
Never snitchin was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own.
Real niggas get paid every second of the day,
Hit the mall blow a quote that I can't fit in this phrase,
Just know it's two colors in that Def Jam chain,
Lil money wanna scam,
Bitch I'm outta your range.
Make way,
Feed me,
Gotta get this money.
Smokin nothin but the best yeah the boy so flooded, and I still want money...

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 2:]
See niggas shut down,
My money keeps comin.
You niggas take breaks,
My team keeps runnin.
They bring me back bags,
Louis vitton somethin.
Don't really know the price,
Just know it costs money,
And when it comes to money,
They know it ain't nothin,
Throw a 100 on jewels,
Make it back up on a monday.
Why niggas tryna floss,
They ballin outta budget.
Everyday on the grind,
Bitch my mind is on my money.
Tell 'em roll up the trees,
And deliver me the scummy.
Forget a 9 to 5,
Overrated me to quit.
Now a day since legit,
I get it opposite legit.
Me and my nigga 'Kon so addicted to the chips.
He gon let you know the script...

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 3:]
And whatever it takes,
Ace Hood bout money.
How much for the chain?
I spend bout a 100.
See you can dim the lights,
But my wrist still sunny.
They know I'm on the block,
And my fitted in the glock.
Dickies cut with a frame,
And a half up in my sock,
Gotta get it anyway,
And keep it level from the cops.
Bitch I never play the grind,
First rule off top.
I been in it for the dough,
You niggas need props .
I'm just in it for the guap,
100 million in the pot.
Only know to go get it
So the printer don't stop.
Grab 50 hit a lot,
And go and dump it on the drop.
I'm starvin like marvin,
It ain't no give and bargin, like target.

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Intro]

Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up)
(Ay, Get Em Up) Chea
(Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey

[Verse 1]

I got my drop top rollin' and I'm headin to the mother land
Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag
Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the truck jack, pushin like a super pack
Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, lamborghini fruit snacks
Twenty-two, thats what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet
Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the louie rag

[Chorus]

Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Verse 2]

And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak
Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go
New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england
That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin wit
Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side
Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds
Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide

[Chorus]

Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Verse 3]

I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit
Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip
Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it
Better quit that fussin, don't know what's in the bullpit
.45's a motherfucker, hit chu and your cousin
Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Got that oven heated up and bitch you lookin like lunch
Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts
Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck?
Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up?

[Chorus]

Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Outro]

Gutta

(feat. Trick Daddy)

(It's so incredible)

Ace...

[Chorus:]
You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit
Talkin bout you get all dem bricks
I'm a have to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mamma stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let da automatic spray

[x2:]
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka
Boy there you go

Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
No talk, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back
I'm gutta. I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all crap
And you homies won't last
Til your somethin like paper tags
Don't make me slide the mask
To save from blast
Get his ass

[Chorus]

Now let me get em
When I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face
Tell em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they really don't think
That I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas know where you lay
Actin like I don't know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs
What?
Y'ain't bout dat lie
Huh?
Y'ain't got no stride
Naww
You'nt really grind
Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
In the middle of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em

[Chorus]

Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like coasters
Creep Creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me folgers
But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries included know that the clip be hands on
It'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get em)

[Chorus]

[No lyrics]

(Feat. T-Pain & Rick Ross)

We the best def jam
I introduce you to ace
Ace let's get money

Cash flow... (haha)
It's too easy nigga (bankroll)
We don't count money no mo
We weight that shit

[Adlibs: Rick Ross]
Let's get it...

[Verse: Ace Hood]
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
Come up swinging at you thugs aflac
Then I fall in the sway back may back
See I'm back for da money like I left dat
See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go)
And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like Citgo
Make his body bounce bounce like a 64
Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold
I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope
I keep my money ova bitches til da door close
I need money like a bitch need dick mo
I'm tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine
I be bangin on your front door with da nine
I'm a come see ya (see ya)
I'm a come see ya (see ya)
I need all my dough not a dolla short
And if u don't have it den u gotta go
I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In da sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow... I need it on time I'm
Talkin bank roll my money my money my money
Cash flow... I need it
On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

[Verse: Ace Hood]
And where my money young niggaz gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack
A couple grand for the louie band napsack
Understand I'm the man who you can't match
Moneyman minivan full of brown bags
Better grand anyman never top that
Cause money and the gat pop those straps
Getting loot in the top drop right back
I ain't playin creep ya avenue and I'll blast
Bust shots like a new year day blast
And I ride all day like a buss pass
Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow
Kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go)
I'm trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro
Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine
I be bangin on your front door with da nine
I'm a come see ya (see ya)
I'm a come see ya (see ya)
I need all my dough not a dolla short
And if u don't have it den u gotta go
I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In da sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow... I need it on time I'm
Talkin bank roll my money my money my money
Cash flow... I need it
On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

[Adlibs: Rick Ross]
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You m o b now nigga
You untouchable

[Verse: Rick Ross]
Big money in the dope hole
See the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money)
Seventeen and he got his own kilo
Running green nigga living like nino
Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note
It ain't green get it back with tha c loc
Momma dead broke daddy fucked up
I'm a make them come and hit me with the recoup
God dammnit I'm still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
So she gotta suck four dicks I d me v I p dj khaled m o b
Girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine
I be bangin on your front door with da nine
I'm a come see ya (see ya)
I'm a come see ya (see ya)
I need all my dough not a dolla short and if u don't have it den u gotta go
I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In da sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow... I need it on time I'm
Talkin bank roll my money my money my money
Cash flow... I need it
On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money

(feat. Trey Songz)

(Ace Hood)
chea
Ace Hood
see mama, all i want you to do is hold it down for me
I want you to be my ride or die
while i go get this money, i promise im get us out the hood baby

(Trey Songz)
Chorus
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

(Ace Hood)
listen
Baby look, just ride with me
swear that i got us mama
one thing i love about it
see you aint wit that drama
you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde
promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house
that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9-5
gotta get this money, paper callin but you never whine
gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes
that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind
cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time
you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind
and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line
my gutta baby, never maybe always gonna ride

(Trey Songz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

(Ace Hood)
and um, we can do them long vacations
thinking jamaica lately
cant take them deep relations, baby just keep it patient
shawty know what i do
shawty know who i be
you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat
i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets
i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets
come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louie v
but you aint trippin never question bout a nigga g
we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's
i ride for you, you ride for me that's where we need to be
i hold you down, you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams
your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me

(Trey Songz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

(Trey Songz)
now what's the definition of a rider
through it all they gon stand right beside ya
if you got one look em in the eyes
tell em you gon ride
tell em you gon ride (ri ri ri ri ri ride)
till the wheel fall off or the day that i die
that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody
tryna tell you shawty that

(Ace Hood)
ace, and i promise this to you
imma get us out this hood
into them places that you thinkin that you never could
but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop
imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you
forget them haters
keep you tailored see whats sexy too
and i like your body all i think about is doin you
and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two
you ride or die same smile when you see the loot

(TreySongz)
Chrous
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

yea yea yea
we gon make it out
we gon make it out this hood

[No lyrics]

(feat. Plies)

[talkin: Plies]
A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now cause a nigga almost got married to da liquor boy nigga so fucked up out here cause I'm stressin badda den a bitch my nigga...

[Hook: Plies]
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant... my lawyer hollen nigga pay me... niggas locked up tryna spray me... I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'... seems like I'm all out of blessings... own know if god tryin' test me... tried to help a nigga n he waste me... to tell you da truth... I'm stressin'
[repeat]

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Chea my rent due n I'm stressin'... landlord jest called with a message... say I gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess... it's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my presents... fuck round n I gotta chick pregnant... what da hell umma do with dat baby... how da hell I'm gone tell my lady... I'm drunk ass hell in my zone... I gotta fifth of hen n it's gone... I'm fucked up n I'm stressin'... I can't seem to ease dat pressure... fuck nigga's can't make it no betta... des craka'z trna take my life... nigga's mad n hate what I'm makin'... heard da feds is out with my face... now I'm scared ass hell and I'm shakin'... I can't go to jail I'm on paypa's... now dem nigga's den start with dat hatin'... I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paypa... but dey dan fucked around with da fed... now I'm stressed n pullin' my dreads... dem fuck nigga's deserve to be dead...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Chea I can't win for lossin' I'm stressin'... I dropped a quarch of my flesh... man I'm tired as god is my witness... tryna smile but pain is my vesion... man I'm tired of lyin' to my folk... fuck round n I'm serving' dat coke... baby mama tryna take me to court... tryna holla bout child support... fuck round n I got me on paypa's... now I'm mad as hell I can't take it... I drop n pray to my maker... Dear lord if hear my prayer... I'm stressed n I can't go on... it's like I'm all out of blessings lord... I'm alone n nobody to call I got bills but da money can't solve... mama cryin' but her tears jest fall... (ahhh I'm stressin)... big cats what I'm gone do nah... des craka'z wanna take my ride... dey wanna take me away fo'life... see my body can't take nomo... it's like a yung nigga life so wrong... no pain my feelings gone...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Chea n I do it fo my nigga's in jail... doin' time tryna make bail... I hold it down fo dem nigga's don't tell... let'em know dey gone see dat appeal... let'em know it's da real nigga watchin'... n neva mind I grindin' dey stopin'... so middle finger's to dem fuckin' feds... dey gave my dawg 25 in da pen... all mah snitch niggas say he did it... with no lawyers da judge don't bend... CusSupa Jock I lov ya homie... so I put dat shit on my kin n up on my unborn kin... so we once u a nigga dat's gone... is locked up with a struggle at home... put'cha hands up in da sky... let'em know dat he ain't at alone... da real nigga's hold it down at home... da real nigga's gone hold dey own... (yep yep) hold dey own...

[Hook]

Let the music ride...

its so incredable!

[Ace Hood]
a fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school wit the top back see aint another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin wit a milionar cuzz

[choris]
cuz i look like money i smell like money my swag one hunid[?]i ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

we got money ova here x4
see you chillin wit a lame baby he aint got change aint no money ova der kickin wit a millinair gutta!

[Ace Hood]

well im fresh on da scene hunid grand in da jeans bet you caint get des[?] let ma paints hang and you know im on lane roll and went to mo chees and they all talk beans im da man in ma city tell um get like me im da man in da club blowin stacks er week had yo chick[?] da kid bet she wuna do me and i let her put da doe giv her stacks and da keys keep [?] and da finest lue v type things we got money ova here we got money ova here see the jewles to loud baby girl i cant hear trash bag full of ones throw da money in da air cuzz

[choris]
cuz i look like money i smell like money my swag one hunid[?]i ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

we got money ova here x4
see you chillin wit a lame baby he aint got change aint no money ova der kickin wit a millinair gutta!


Ace: and i got money ova here you can tell by the wrist glow cash flow nifo see me in a sixfo paints hang low cuz da doe got me cripled drop straight cash why you crabs in a rentoll 80 for da jag papa tags when its info money out da ass i dont brag i just get mo say you getin cash trina flash i dont think so pull up in da hallow peen lambagen does go up on da truck bet you never seen does wit a hot lil mama named hallowpenyo drop stacks in a bag and i keep it g code aint no money ova der and she already know

[choris]
cuz i look like money i smell like money my swag one hunid[?]i ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

we got money ova here x4
see you chillin wit a lame baby he aint got change aint no money ova der kickin wit a millinair gutta!

Ace:a fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school wit the top back see aint another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin wit a milionar cuzz

[choris]
cuz i look like money i smell like money my swag one hunid[?]i ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

we got money ova here x4
see you chillin wit a lame baby he aint got change aint no money ova der kickin wit a millinair gutta!

(feat. Brisco)

[Ace Hood:]
Ace Hood, homie
Gutta, Gutta... Ace Hood... Brisco, let's go
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches dey love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And [? ] next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!

[Ace Hood:]
A to the C to the E to the H double O-D
Bitch I'm raised up in the streets
Keep it G-U-T-T-A
For my niggas servin yay
Movin weight and servin' packages dat pack it in the crate
We don't count dat cash every duffel gets weighed
Big money I'm paid bitch I'm feelin my soul
You could tell I'm gettin money Louie V San Do
And I wish a nigga'd make a move himself

[Brisco:]
See, I get money
It's comin' out my ass
And I don't fuck with hoes if dey ain't about cash
Opa Locka goon, 4 chevys and da dirtbike
I open up mah trap
Shit get back on da 1st night
Catch me in da Porsche
Or maybe on da porch
And we don't get jailed cause we don't go to court
Yeah, nigga stuntin'
Ya homeboy frontin'
Talkin dat shit but... he ain't bout nothin

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches dey love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And [? ] next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!

[Brisco:]
I'm lookin for a hood rat, hood rat, call her Stacy
She cuss real bad, and she still throw Maceys
I want it so bad, please someone pace me
Try and say a hater we don't sue, come hate me
Boty boy boty boy, dese chopp's hit dis boty boy
Bag his ass up E class, keep da party goin'
Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0
[? ], tell dem niggas come and see [? ]

[Ace Hood:]
And I'm a come see him blast like an airbag
Make his body bounce, bounce, 25 shell count
Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with 50 missiles leave you livin with da dead, understand dat?
I got some bitches and niggas dat wanna bandwag
I double up with da jewels and let da pants sag
100 stacks in da bag, now where da cash at?
Yes, I am blind to you hatas I got cataracts!

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And [? ] next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!

[Brisco:]
What it do, what it is
See I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids, uh
I'm gutta, gangsta, projects
I know da block hot but I'm a open up regardless.
[Ace Hood:]
Yeah, and dey don't write dat couple gone topless
Vacant on da I, we a hunned and five
Me and Bris bout cash we let it blow in da skies
Not dat's blow money neva had no money
[Brisco:]
Now I'm da shit, believe dat (Whoah)
I know I got paper I just want a lil' mo'
I know you bitches talkin, so just talk a lil' mo'
Cause baby I'm me, and ya'll niggas hoes
Let's go
[Ace Hood:]
And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got em
See, I am just a product, receivin' all profit
See niggas wanna hate, tell em silly rabbit, stop it
See, me and Bristar outta space like martians

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And [? ] next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!

{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go

{Verse 1}
Hold up, where dey at
Khaled don’t let me get em
Gun cocked, where his children
No talk, time to get em
Fake niggas gon make me kill em
Make his body shiver like hes naked in a river
Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back
Im gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like pac is back
Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie wont last
See ya something like paper tags
Don’t make me slide dem macs
To save one blast and get his ass
{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
{Verse 2}
Now let me get him when I walk up in da place
Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake
Fuck niggas and I really don’t think
that I know where dey lay ducktape dey face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas, know where you lay
Actin like I don’t know where you stay
Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs
(Whaaaaaat)
Yee aint talk that lie
(Huuuuhhhh)
Yee aint got no stride
(Nahhhhhhhhh)
You really grind
leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em
Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town
We gon g-g-gettem
{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
{Verse 3}
Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova
Big hold and ya body like coasters
Creep creep we deep with soldiers
Black hoes that’ll carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me foldiers
But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters
When I see where your family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas umma call you dead
Click clack then your t-shirt red
Hand em a tampon
No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on
And I take your mans arm
Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn
{Hook}
you aint comin round here talkin all that shit
talkin bout look at all them bricks
imma have to come around your way
nigga im real you all too fake
aint no pistol where your mama stay
act like i dont know where you lay
better act right before i get uptight
act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
boy there he go
get em
blocka blocka blocka blocka
boy there he go

[Ace Hood:]
So baby hollah at a G
I keep you away from prankstaz
You can be my mistress, I can be ya gangsta
Seen you on the money rockin bring me back the paper
Give you back half just for doin me dat favor
And yeah dats a thug's move
Show you what a thug do
Beat it while I feed it to you good like soulfood
Forget about old dude, call him Mr.used too
I can put it down like the top of my new Coop
Baby dats roofless
Tell ya what the truth is
Niggahz can't hit it right
Den baby he useless
I'm a yung thug, give it to you with my Chews on,
Shoes on, just incase a yungin gotta move on

[Chorus: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)

[Ace Hood:]
And though he bought you dat watch
Ya man ain't nothin
So hollah at a G if you need some thug lovin
Late nites on a call say she wanna feel sumum
She tell me put it down
I fuck her on hundreds
I give her refunds and her body keeps cummin
She know I put it down baby girl stop runnin
So what you wanna do cause I'm yung and still thuggin
Jus take this good while I'm headed to the money
Takin shots of the goose just to mix with gettin blunted
See I can brighten days keep ya wrists all studded
Ya boyfriends' lame tell'em Guttah get money
I keep it 100
Dats why you keep comin rite back

[Chorus: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)

[Ace Hood:]
And baby I can show you new things
Sumum u ain't used to
Kick it with the guttah none otha you need a thug dude
Type of niggah beat it in his jeanz and his Tim boots
Hit it from the back, see you feelin like fruit juice
Fitted to the back, see he can eat what ya man do
Ain't doin his job, you can hit me on the hip boo
Ace
You know the name
A real niggah
Heavy off in the streets, see ya man, I'm a deal with him
Baby he play it lock like the Tommy The Hilfiger
Call me ya boss boy or just call me ya deal giver
Heard you needed a thug so there go ya meal ticket
Baby girl don't worry I'm dat hurry and get it like

[Chorus x2: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)

When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)

(feat. Dre)

[Chorus: Dre]
Leave my heart to the ghetto, rubberbands stuffed all in up, o yeahhh, o yeahh.
Get money (get money), dats the motto, hustle allday then we do the shit tommorrow, I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), gotta get it (gotta get it) dats the motto, live for today you might never see tommorow, I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto),

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
See I went straight to the pros who done done it like me, breakup the flow now they holla "he a beast", from the city where there's killas & dealas & street beef, and them crackas on the corner every avenue and place, and my homies servin hard cause they livin by the day, see I do it for my family and hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the block ya see I'm cooler than them othas, certified colored sneakas, keep a fitted for the club, when I step out on the scene all dem hoes be showin love, they know that I'm the dude that be ringin thru the block, ace, ace, ace, ace, yeah fool heard it rite, I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top, my hood.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]
You gotta love ya hood, you need to love your projects, ay get me, get me.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
I gotem, a couple triple beams, about an ounce of bakin soda, I got dat revenue dats hittin colda than sammie sosa, (incomprehensible)
Ya see growin up I seen alotta things I wern't supposed, so growin up I lost alotta people that were closa, dats why I stay up on my grind and only roll with soldiers, I hit the block and serve em everything away from soda, don't fuck with out the soda, sellin coke with out the cola, my clientel is strictly rock you can tell it by the odor, I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa, so if you ridin slngin tricks I suggest a coma, dem pussy niggaz want me dead so I suggest and dopa.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Yeah I wake up in the ghetto tryin dream a couple mill, I'm forced to get, momma shootin up and poppin pills,
Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sittin still, this be the city that never pity they would rather kill, I wipe my eyes and check my clientel who by yaself, I grab the pots and bakin soda yeah dat odor smell, dis be the hood I got connections like a phone cable, so watch where you work cause a mistake can be fatal, cause crakas searchin for dat person tho I'm undertable, can't find no witness, fuck dem snitches, dat get snitches popped, another day just talkin on the block, with a million on my glock, and a half off in my sock.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]

(Chorus)
Take a look at me now, im from the gutta but I made it, I made it to the top of the world,
Nothin holdin me down, I told them haters I would make it, I made it to the top of the world

Verse 1:
Congradulations all you fakers as you see I graduated, heres a favour for you haters, kiss my anus boiiii, I made it out the ghetto, I made it out the gutta, but still I keep the street and now im hot as every summer. They said I couldn’t do it, but who are they to call, I started rappin and ended chances of playin ball. And now the doubted, but young is sproutin above them all, straight out the ? county gutta skippin metaposs. No homo I keep it solo but I will never fall, now every call I get the money is so involved, 2 stacks of betta is easy cheddar to hit the mall. I get the money to throw em so every day I ball,

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
And yes I made it, you cant mistake it, I know they hate it, they see my face in the paper next to they rappin favorites, I am so amazing I am no one like im in the matrix. And I made it mama, and don’t stress your problems imma get us out tha, forget the drama that people holla just follow godda. And he will lead you right through the problems I promise mama, and I swear that to the day I parish, tell em khaled I will bury every nescesary cat who said I wouldn’t homie. Look at me now yea im laughin at you non believers, screamin gutta while im ballin err fuckin season, I use to pass my cd me and fo fifth in 80, I use to bag em to listen but they were not believing, GO

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
And as I rap I create a classic, who would imagine, that I would inherit all the traits to be the greatest homie, the world is mine and everything, lets get the money, see tony montana said it best, yes it’s quoted truly, so add this song to your list of greatest and classic movies, and imma roll the credits, just in second, just get this message, shout out to everyone who supported me from past to present, and I wanna thank khaled because without him there will be no sessions, and I wanna thank fam cuz wit them they taught me this lesson, and I wanna thank god cuz without him there will be no message, and I wanna thank all of my fans cuz they are a blessing, this for BET refrence, I got my speech ready,

(Chorus)

~-Trey Songz-~
Even though im in the streets, you know exactly what i do, and then i, chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to youuu, because i ride, or die, girl we gon be good

~-Ace Hood-~
Baby just hold it down, i need a chick that'll ride for me, my gutta baby who aint scared to put it down for me, see this the remix shawty ima keep the cash comin, dont guess who played the track and fast to keep the cash runnin, you my official lady, no booin like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors, tell em fuck off and pay ya, thats what i love about you, dont watch no soap operas, you back that paper half naked get that ?? in prada, then bring them dollas back to papa give you half a profit, you can go b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds, we tryin to holla, but she be hella frontin, she never met a nigga real as....

~-Chorus-~

~-Rick Ross-~
She my lamborghini, im her 57, when she hold me i close my eyes and just picture heaven, she picture perfect, this a perfect picture, im stuffin thousand lines in each and every verse i get ya, i kiss her in the mouth, she watch my money stack, she know im here forever, its deeper then a rap, i have multiple showin, she one in a milli, now its colorful stones, cuz theres ice in my phillies,

~-Juelz Santana-~
Sorry, i gotta go i gotta get it, but she know how daddy roll im coming back home wit it, sometime i take her wit me when i go and get my dough, cuz my girl roll harder then some niggas i know, and i know, that she know, im by her side, she by my side, and if i ride then she gon ride and we gon ride until we die, now now now now, picture us rollin, in something stolen, steering wheel twirlin, who? me and my girlfriend.

~-Chorus-~

~-Ace Hood-~
I gotta chick that'll hold me down, she moving no , when im outta town, she ride or die and keep it line she never deny me down, she find me shit thats bigger then ?? the baddest bitch around, thats why i let her push the whip and drop the top and down, and give her the stacks you just imagine you should see the smiles, i have her shippin crates to different places out of town, baby we ballin see them hatas they so out of bounds, lets have a toast, im supposed to lay your body down, i spread the money round give it to ya doggy style, see this the remix bay i might just put that tonguein down, gotta keep it gutta baby im tryin to hear that moanin sound, cuz you my ride or die it aint no question about that...

~-Chorus-~
Even though im in the streets, you know exactly what i do, and when i chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you, because i ride or die, girl we gon be good, cuz if you ride or die, we gon make it out this hood....

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