ace hood - get money lyrics
get money
(feat. rick ross)
ace hood, rosay
we the f-cking best, maybach
it’s so incredible
i do it for the thugs and the motherf-cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b-tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b-tch throwin their gr-ss up
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i’m like fresh outfit, blunts they lit
and a n-gg- out in bout who don’t buck a sh-t
yeah i gave you a cl-ssic in my debut
cashflow for the hoes i bought (straight to)
you wanna ride you can’t be actin like dre foo’
n.w.a. i bet you ace played you
hollywood hollywood i see the big lights
and i’m with my big homie ricky n-gg- yeah right
every minute that my heart pump blood
f-ck what you heard momma raised a f-ckin thug
money on my mind imagine what’s up in the trunk
and it get me 10 to life therefore i’m driving slow as f-ck
on the road to riches feelin like a billionaire (boss)
a got a couple mill a couple more an i’m really there
haters talk around me f-ck em like i really care
when we handle our business sorry they were never there
i do it for the thugs and the motherf-cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b-tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b-tch throwin their gr-ss up
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money ain’t a thing i remain blinged up
hundred on the chain b-tch i think i’m king tuck
a n-gg- young and rich who feel like can’t be touched
forty stacks for the shades, no i can’t see much
unless you get the dollars still talkin cashflow
thousand dollar bill president fidel castro
n-gg- with a att-tude .50 and a mac-10
ross cool as ice cube d-cky and the black chef
i’m in a heli-chopper starin at the boat docks
good weather good weather means more flux
look in my eyes you can tell i’m seeing so clear
i get them b-tches a prison an feeling no fear
more money means more louis carry-on
when i touch your city you should see how hoes carry on
b-tch what’s my name ace f-ckin hood ain’t a d-mn thang change us
i do it for the thugs and the motherf-cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b-tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b-tch throwin their gr-ss up
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sh-t sh-t, and i’m a gettin money -ss n-gg-
fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
white squares that’s equivalence of mo dough
i hear my n-gg- ricky selling on my promo
i make it rain hoe better wear your poncho
to seek me on my tmo i get you mo slow
the good life beats side of my condo
you know the name ask jermaine on cut thoug
wooh, you talkin funny would you f-cking with the franchise
i decide how much you form the sh-t we let ride
i gave n-gg-s your first startup
showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of
maybe i should have kept my thought off
it’s all good neather he’d hit the guard off
now you sh-t n-gg- garbage you’s a rat never build for this mob sh-t
i do it for the thugs and the motherf-cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b-tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b-tch throwin their gr-ss up
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