Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the
it opposite legit Me and my nigga Kon so addicted to the chips He going to let you know the script [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ace Hood] And whatever it takes Ace Hood
clock Facing a hundred years, me and Jordan got the same shot Carolina blue, California green Jump for the white, getcho frilly sheets Ace Hood, they go crazy when I'm in your city Ace Hood
Air, Take A Photo (Click,Click) Press Send Yeah, Picure Phone 4 Play (8x) Baby Girl Sendin Freaky Pictures To My Phone, To My Phone, To My Phone (Ace Hood
could've bought a Benz I'm going loco in the hood, you local in your hood I got four mojos in the trunk, a 502 under the hood That's a hundred grand Cutlass
roll with heathens that just, just don't seem to believe in God I'll whip yo head boy, put ya body in the bottom of the ocean Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood
be ringin' through the block Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace, yeah fool heard it right I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see The top, my hood Leave
It's so incredible Ace You ain't comin' round here Talkin' all that shit Talkin' 'bout you get all them bricks I'm a have to come round your way Nigga
[Intro - Ace Hood] Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Chorus - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] Because I got my cash on check My swag
[Intro - DJ Khaled] We the Best, Def Jam I introduce you to Ace Ace, let's get money [Intro - Rick Ross (T-Pain)] (Cash flow) Haha It's too easy nigga
Call me, call me, call me Call me, call me, call me I see you with your man But girl, is he focused on you? 'Cause he has wandering eyes You say he'
[Intro] Ace Hood (Aye, get them up) Gutta (Aye, get them up) (Aye, get them up) chea (Aye, get them up) Gutta, Gutta, hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top
we must try The streets hot from the night till the sunrise Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (And this is what it sounds like) Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (Came up from the ground like) [Verse 1 - Ace Hood
I, chase this paper You ain't got to wait for me to bring it back home to you Because I ride, or die, girl we going to be good [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Baby
Chyeah, 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 I'ma get us
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
Hot head now they calling me Folgers But still creep in Adidas with them heaters and them meters When I see where your family at Pop pop, just call me Ace
[Hook] Fresh Louis V. jeans and a fitted cap A brand new old school with the top back See ain't another getting money so clear We got money over here,
