Ace Hood, on me!Gorda, Gorda, Ace HoodPusk on me!Cuz I got my cash on check, my swag on checkAll of my d***y need to say no sh**Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexedHaters block us, it's on me, they can't tell meCuz I don't see y'allA to the C to the E to the H-O-O-DYoung Ray's up in the streets, keep it G-U-T-T-AFor my n***a, Survey A, moving weightAnd serving packages, they pack it in a crateWe don't count that cash, every duffel gets weighedBig money on pay, I'm feelin' myselfYou can tell I'm gettin' money, Louis Vuitton beltAnd I wish that my hood make a move himselfThat's how to get money, it's comin' out my eyeAnd I don't f**k with hoes if they ain't about cashOpen lock, boom, four Chevy's in the dirt bikeIt took you back on the first night, catch me in the PorscheOr maybe on the porch, and we don't get jammedCuz we don't go to courtYeah, 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 checkAll of my d***y need to say no sh**Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexedHaters block us, it's on me, they can't tell meCuz I don't see y'allI'm crazy, ayy, watch this, ayyI'm lookin' for a hood rat, a hood ratCall her Stacey, she cuss real badAnd she's still from Macy'sI'm rollin' so bad, please, someone pace meDread say I had a will, soon come hate meBout to do, bout to do, the shots hits, it's bout to doBaggage opens up, P.E. class, kick the potty, goYes, sir, I'm certified 3-0Go to 5 till I die, tell him you gonna see PaulAnd I'ma come see him blast like an airbagMake his body bounce, bounce, 25 shell countListen, yo, listen, you get hit with 50 missilesIf you livin' with the dead, understand thatI got some c***** that wanna bandwagonI double up with the Jews and let my pants haggleA hundred snacks in the bag, not with the cash yetYes, I am blind to you haters, I got choleraI got my cash on check, my twag on checkAll of my d***y need to say no sh**Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexedHaters block us, it's on me, they can't tell meCause I don't see y'allCause I don't see y'allCause I don't see y'allCause I don't see y'allGet on my levelWhat it do, what it isSee, I don't talk to police and I don't play with kidsI'm gutter gangsta projectsBut I'ma open up regardlessIt done right, that coupe come toplessMake it on the highway, do a hundred and fiveWe in Bristol on cash, we let it blow in the skyCause I just blow money, never have no moneyBelieve that, woahI know I got paper, I just want a lil' mileI know you f***in' talkin', so just talk a lil' mileCause baby, on me and y'all n****s, let's goAnd I'm gone, my n****s, you know I got em'See, I am just a product, receiving all profitsSee, n****s wanna hate, tell them silly rappers stop itSee, me and Brits stars out of spaceYes, I got my cash on check, my twag on checkAll of my d***y need to say no sh**Rollin' on them thangs, ain't never once flexedCause I don't see y'allGet on my levelGet on my level