Ace Hood, Brisco - Can't See Y'all lyrics

Ace Hood, homie gutta
Gutta ace Hood
Brisco, let's go

Just cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check bitches all on my dick
And these niggas ain't know shit
Rolling on them thangs another one's next
Hater blockers is on
They can't tell me shit because
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
Nigga get on my level!

A to the C to the E to the H double O D
Bitch I'm raised up in the streets
Keep it G-U T T-A for my niggas serving yay
Moving weight and serving packages that
Pack it in the crate
We don't count that cash
Every duffle gets weighed
Big money I'm paid, bitch I'm feeling myself
You can tell I'm getting
Money Louis Vuitton belt
And I wish a nigga would make a move himself
See I don't get money it's coming out my ass
And I don't fuck with hoes
If they ain't about cash
Opa Locka goon, four Chevys and a dirtbike
I open up my trap
But took it back on the first night
Catch me in a Porsche or maybe on the porch
And we don't get jailed because
We don't go to court yeah, nigga stunting
Your homeboy fronting talking that shit but
He ain't about nothing

Just cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check bitches all on my dick
And these niggas ain't know shit
Rolling on them thangs another one's next
Hater blockers is on
They can't tell me shit because
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
Nigga get on my level!

I'm looking for a hood rat, call her Stacy
She cuss real bad, and she steal from Macys
I want her so bad, please, someone pace me
Try and say a hater will soon come hate me
Bocce boy, bocce boy
These chopps hit is bocce boy
Bag his ass up E-Class, keep the party going
Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0 ride till I die
Tell them niggas come and see po'
And I'mma come see him blast like an airbag
Make his body bounce, bounce
Twenty five shell count
Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you
Get hit with fifty missiles
Leave you living with the dead
Understand that? I got some bitches and
Niggas that wanna bandwag
I double up with the jewels
And let my pants sag
A hundred stacks in the bag
Now where the cash at?
Yes, I'm blind so you haters like a cataract

Just cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check bitches all on my dick
And these niggas ain't know shit
Rolling on them thangs another one's next
Hater blockers is on
They can't tell me shit because
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
Nigga 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 home gutter, gangster, projects
I know the block hot
But I'mma open up regardless
Yeah, and damn right that coupe going topless
Vacant on the I, we do a 105
Me and Bris about cash we let
It blow in the sky
Not let's blow money, never had more money
Now I'm the shit, believe that (Whoa)
I know I got paper I just want a little more
I know you bitches talking
So just talk a little more
Because baby I'm me, and y'all niggas hoes
Let's go
And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got them
See, I am just a product
Receiving all profit
See niggas want to hate
Tell them "Silly rabbit, stop it"
See, me and Bris stars
Outer space like Martians

Just cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check bitches all on my dick
And these niggas ain't know shit
Rolling on them thangs another one's next
Hater blockers is on
They can't tell me shit because
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
Nigga get on my level!