Ace Hood, T-Pain, Rick Ross - Cash Flow lyrics

We the best Def Jam
I introduce you to Ace Ace, let's get money!
(Cash flow) Haha, it's too easy, nigga
(Bank roll) We don't count money no mo
We weight that shit let's get it

Aye, knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at? If you ain't got it
Leave you bloody like a Tampax
Come up swinging at you thugs Aflac
Then I fall in the suede black Maybach
See, I'm back for the money like I left that
See I be running on the
Route where the cash go (where the cash go)
And any nigga interfering with the cash flow
See, you can get pumped on like a Citgo
Make his body bounce bounce like a 64
Tall clips, chrome lips, see the big gold
I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke
Big crack through the music so the flow dope
I keep my money over bitches


Til the door close
I need money like a bitch need dick mo'
I'm trying to see it like
A motherfucking cash flow
Rubber bands in my pants, understand
Bankroll

I'll tell you one thing
Don't play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the nine
I'ma come see ya (See ya, oh)
I'ma come see ya (See ya, yeah)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don't have it then you got to go
I'ma come see ya (Hey)
We put our hands in the sky let
Em know that we 'bout that
Cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money
My money cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money
My money

And where my money? Young
Nigga's gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack
A couple grand for the Louis band knapsack
Understand I'm the man who you can't match
Money man minivan full of brown bags
Bet a grand, any man never top that
Touch money and the gat pop those straps
Get in the Coupe and the top drop right back
I ain't playing
Creep your avenue and I'll blast
Bust shots like a New Year's Day blast
And I ride all day like a bus pass
Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow
Kick doors, wave 4's, where the cash go
(where the cash go)
I'm trying to see it like
A motherfucking cash flow
Rubber bands in my pants, understand
Bankroll

I'll tell you one thing
Don't play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the nine
I'ma come see ya (See ya, oh)
I'ma come see ya (See ya, yeah)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don't have it then you got to go
I'ma come see ya (Hey)
We put our hands in the sky let
Em know that we 'bout that
Cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money
My money cash flow, I need it on time
(Ace, I see you nigga, Trilla)
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money
My money
You MOB, now, nigga, you untouchable

Big money in the dope hole
See the beamers when you pull
Up in the dope home (my money)
Seventeen and he got his own kilo
Running green, nigga living like Nino
Ridin’ clean wax hit me for the c note
It ain't green, get it back with tha C loc
Momma dead broke, daddy fucked up
I'ma make them come and hit me with the RICO
God damn it, I'm still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull
Up in a dope car?
Gold shoes, stepping out with a dope bitch
Cartel, so she gotta suck four dicks
ID me, VIP dJ Khaled, MOB
Girls so hot, Ace so cold
Taking bets, Ace won't fold

I'll tell you one thing
Don't play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the nine
I'ma come see ya (See ya, oh)
I'ma come see ya (See ya, yeah)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don't have it then you got to go
I'ma come see ya (Hey)
We put our hands in the sky let
Em know that we 'bout that
Cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money
My money cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money
My money

Hey, we go by The Runners
Just in case you forgot we did it again