Ace Hood - 6 Summers lyrics

Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six bitches, six Hummers
Real niggas, all gunners
Six summers, six summers
Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers

Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin’s raid ya crib just
For some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster
Raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with
That chopper close
Ever seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this
Shit for twenty four
Ten bitches, all fucking
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame

I've been broke before
I remember that like yesterday
All this money that I'm counting
Got my mama straight
Always had that penny grind
I'm talking hard away
Day I lost my nigga Four
He took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas
That's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm riding that foreign
So you pussies never forget me
And I'm still toting that nina
Just pray to god be with me
My car dashing one-eighty
My bitch looking like Kimmy
My shirt label Versace
And king of diamonds tsunami
My sneakers rare like me
That red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes
No books all in them bags
Don't count money we weigh that, then
Send it off to that stash, ah