ace hood – i kno lyrics
i know you ain’t never met a n-gg- like me
and you probly never will, i put that on my og
and i know none these other n-gg-s seen the sh-t i seen
they don’t hustle like i hustle, get the sh-t by any means
and i know all them b-tches with me do be h-lla bag
get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
i know (they hatin’)
i know (and they may watin’)
for me to fall off
that will be never dog
from the bottom to the top i came a long way
used to sip on quarter juices, now it’s rosay
now that marrow sittin’ wider if you colgate
baby momma trick me, she do sh-t the wrong way
f-ck at them and all your fifty for the court case
whatcha know ‘bout makin’ money at a fast pace?
yea i know the feds scared of watching n-gg-s
my younguns play with guns like some matching figures
bet i know how to make this money a triple flipper
only breaking bread with the realest n-gg-s
wake up in the morning, greet a bad b-tch
f-ck ‘er once and then i’m focused where the cash is
facing out my gucci’s, had to grab ten
i gotta stay safe, bring the mach 10
and i know they want me dead and gone
paranoid, i keep that pistol in my carry arm
i know you ain’t never met a n-gg- like me
and you probly never will, i put that on my og
and i know none these other n-gg-s seen the sh-t i seen
they don’t hustle like i hustle, get the sh-t by any means
and i know all them b-tches with me do be h-lla bag
get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
i know (they hatin’)
i know (and they may watin’)
for me to fall off
that will be never dog
they told me ‘where you getting money?’, boy them n-gg-s hate
stacking paper, 23, i’m thinking real estate
on the ship on wide i’m driving, we don’t renovate
get money, my n-gg-s, stock in the real estate
call me by my government when i be at the bank
talking figures, n-gg- half a million ben franks
heard them n-gg-s counting mad at some b-tch place
long as my pistol on me i go to your b-tch place
think i really give a f-ck ‘bout all you p-ssy n-gg-s
counting money, screaming ‘f-ck! i love you p-ssy n-gg-s’
i swear i’m ballin’ to my last breath
brand new prezie on me, call that f-cker sun death
i tell my b-tch to keep on sucking till there’s nothing left
that sh-t girl, i just made her admit to grand theft
yea, and i know they want me dead and gone
paranoid, i keep that chopper in my carry arm
i know you ain’t never met a n-gg- like me
and you probly never will, i put that on my og
and i know none these other n-gg-s seen the sh-t i seen
they don’t hustle like i hustle, get the sh-t by any means
and i know all them b-tches with me do be h-lla bag
get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
i know (they hatin’)
i know (and they may watin’)
for me to fall off
that will be never dog
i know (they hatin’)
i know (and they may watin’)
for me to fall off
that will be never dog
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