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ace hood - m.o.b lyrics

[intro]
at the end of the day my n-gg-
i do this sh-t for my family
and my n-gg-s dawg
you feel me?

[hook]
lord knows i’m a go getter
lord knows i’m a go getter
i chase that money every 24
i chase that money every 24
lord knows i’ll always be a real n-gg-
lord knows i’ll never be a f-ck n-gg-
i chase that money every 24
money over b-tches, you know how it go

[verse]
you lookin at the hottest n-gg- in the city
f-ck the city, how this n-gg- in my state?
free the n-gg- boosie boo, i hope he beat the case
keepin blunt and counting money, n-gg- that’s every day
back and i’m on my block lookin like 100 bricks
n-gg- don’t want no problem, choppa catch a 50
chain so disrespectful yall should slap my jeweler
walkin around this b-tch, i think i’m with the ruler
countin another mill, i’m screamin hallelujah
spit the type of dope that get shipped yall to cuba
anybody want that work i got a clean cut
my sh-t’ so potent you’ll be high for 3 months
foreign cars, crib look like a f-ckin mall
hurt myself as sport but found a way to ball
i pray you p-ssy n-gg-s life a living h-ll
f-ck that countin money, weigh it on a scale
n-gg-

[verse]
so much people like that waitin on me to fail
answer to that question, coldest day in h-ll
f-ck n-gg- talkin tough, gon make me take it there
i move like a turtle mean i keep them sh-lls
lost so many n-gg-s to this f-ckin struggle
rip for fif, he was like my f-ckin brother
runnin up and down them streets, in and off that chevy bubble
show a n-gg- getting that money, all we do is hustle
ain’t no food in refrigerator nor the shelf
ain’t no handouts here, i did this sh-t myself
lil mam said that p-ssy good, i’m tryina see it then
guaranteed she bust it once she see the benz
everyone knows i am a go getter
tryina stay away from all you f-ck n-gg-s
aye like that boy be on some other sh-t
f-ck a hater, you can run and tell em this

[verse]
all this cash, i can drink to a n-gg-
can’t even fit in these jeans my n-gg-
won’t give a d-mn, we gon flex on the hood
bit for you honey, i’m like the one that f-cked the police, i paid for the ticket
thrown bout 100 in the air, i admit it
my bad, i ain’t show no love
putting money over all these b-tches
what you doin you lame we did it
now we going where these n-gg-s can’t go
stayed on gr-ss as long as they don’t get it
they’ll get this, all they got like hoes
i swear boy it ain’t no different
well we won’t get the same 24
i go hard every chance i get
stepped in the plane, thought all would be rolls
aye don’t mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks
slingin this paper right on these strippers
how the club owner callin me by
b-tch i had, she was a’ight
last time at show she al that
i really wanna tip drip
that b-tch no, she s-x it to the max
i paid for it, it ain’t on the paper
i been getting it since too easy
i might blow ahead, make it back
and i got summoned here for no reason
i see you flashin for the night
but guess what n-gg- we do this all season
you could go and sit where you can watch me
and then one of you n-gg-s don’t believe me
that rough

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