Ace Hood, on me!
Gorda, Gorda, Ace Hood
Pusk on me!
Cuz I got my cash on check, my swag on check
All of my d***y need to say no sh**
Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexed
Haters block us, it's on me, they can't tell me
Cuz I don't see y'all
A to the C to the E to the H-O-O-D
Young Ray's up in the streets, keep it G-U-T-T-A
For my n***a, Survey A, moving weight
And serving packages, they pack it in a crate
We don't count that cash, every duffel gets weighed
Big money on pay, I'm feelin' myself
You can tell I'm gettin' money, Louis Vuitton belt
And I wish that my hood make a move himself
That's how to get money, it's comin' out my eye
And I don't f**k with hoes if they ain't about cash
Open lock, boom, four Chevy's in the dirt bike
It took you back on the first night, catch me in the Porsche
Or maybe on the porch, and we don't get jammed
Cuz we don't go to court
Yeah, you stuck, your whole boy frontin'
Talkin' that s**t, but he ain't buyin' nothin'
Cuz I got my d***s on check, my swag on check
All of my d***y need to say no sh**
Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexed
Haters block us, it's on me, they can't tell me
Cuz I don't see y'all
I'm crazy, ayy, watch this, ayy
I'm lookin' for a hood rat, a hood rat
Call her Stacey, she cuss real bad
And she's still from Macy's
I'm rollin' so bad, please, someone pace me
Dread say I had a will, soon come hate me
Bout to do, bout to do, the shots hits, it's bout to do
Baggage opens up, P.E. class, kick the potty, go
Yes, sir, I'm certified 3-0
Go to 5 till I die, tell him you gonna see Paul
And I'ma come see him blast like an airbag
Make his body bounce, bounce, 25 shell count
Listen, yo, listen, you get hit with 50 missiles
If you livin' with the dead, understand that
I got some c***** that wanna bandwagon
I double up with the Jews and let my pants haggle
A hundred snacks in the bag, not with the cash yet
Yes, I am blind to you haters, I got cholera
I got my cash on check, my twag on check
All of my d***y need to say no sh**
Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexed
Haters block us, it's on me, they can't tell me
Cause I don't see y'all
Cause I don't see y'all
Cause I don't see y'all
Cause I don't see y'all
Get on my level
What it do, what it is
See, I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids
I'm gutter gangsta projects
But I'ma open up regardless
It done right, that coupe come topless
Make it on the highway, do a hundred and five
We in Bristol on cash, we let it blow in the sky
Cause I just blow money, never have no money
Believe that, woah
I know I got paper, I just want a lil' mile
I know you f***in' talkin', so just talk a lil' mile
Cause baby, on me and y'all n****s, let's go
And I'm gone, my n****s, you know I got em'
See, I am just a product, receiving all profits
See, n****s wanna hate, tell them silly rappers stop it
See, me and Brits stars out of space
Yes, I got my cash on check, my twag on check
All of my d***y need to say no sh**
Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexed
Cause I don't see y'all
Get on my level
Get on my level
