Ace Hood, Rick Ross - Get Money lyrics

I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit
And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit
Yeah I gave you a classic in my debut
Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to)
You wanna ride you can't be
Actin' like Dre foo'
NWA i bet you ace played you
Hollywood, Hollywood I see the big lights
And I'm with my big homie
Ricky nigga yeah right
Every minute that my heart pump blood
Fuck what you heard momma
Raised a fuckin' thug
Money on my mind imagine what's
Up in the trunk and it get me 10 to life
Therefore I'm driving slow as fuck
On the road to riches
Feelin' like a billionaire (boss)
A got a couple mill a couple
More an I'm really there
Haters talk around me fuck em
Like I really care
When we handle our business sorry
They were never there







Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain bitch I
Think I'm King Tut
A nigga young and rich who
Feel like can't be touched
Forty stacks for the shades
So I can't see much
Unless you get the dollars
Still talkin' cash flow
Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro
Nigga with a attitude 50 and a mac-10
Ross cool as Ice Cube dicky
And the black chef
I'm in a heli-chopper starin'
At the boat docks
Good weather good weather means more flux
Look in my eyes you can
Tell I'm seeing so clear
I get them bitches a prison
An feeling no fear
More money means more Louis carry-on
When I touch your city you should
See how hoes carry on
Bitch what's my name ace fuckin' hood
Ain't a damn thang change us

Shit shit, and I'm a gettin' money ass nigga
Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
White squares that's equivalence of mo' dough
I hear my nigga Ricky selling on my promo
I make it rain ho better wear your poncho
To seek me on my TMO I get you mo' slow
The good life beats side of my condo
You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though
Wooh, you talkin' funny would you
Fucking with the franchise
I decide how much you form
The shit we let ride
I gave you niggas your first start up
Showed you how to dress made the
Hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my thought off
It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off
Now you shit nigga garbage you's a rat
Never build for this mob shit