Lyrics:
Before I had the deal I was out here with the yay
We been counting money on them niggas
See before I had them bitches I was out here with the yay
We
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My passion is money
to nothing my mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My
asking me Numba8 why you keep acting funny
Just kept it real & I told her i don't wanna talk I'm too busy out chasing that money
Trap By the pounds & I got
i'm up in the stu' with my muddy cup
Plotting, scheming been loading up
Tryna get out the hood, get my money up
My broski told me i don't write enough
My mind on some other shit
I can't hang around with you undercover fags
About to drop another hit
I ain't trying to talk
Put the money in the bag
Yo, what's up with all these niggas
On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit
(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
Them other
I don't give a fuck
Ridin' with my burner and my beat turned up
AC blowin' and my window down
Chunkin' up my hood when I hit yo town
I don't give
(gross), my money doing the toe touch
That's stretched out, 'til I'm in the back, stretched out, drinkin' Ace
'cause I'm decked out, whole hood with me;
Straight crushing you
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming, "We on our way"
Can't forget where I come
outta here man, you dumb ass niggas!
You niggas are silly out here tryin' to look cute and shit man)
I just might be in yo hood
I just might be in yo hood
a religion
With no superstition
I'm destined as if it was written like
To be or not to be
Has got to be
Understood logically
By your boy Ace Boogie to possibly
Aye man Fucc these niggas...
Man time to hit that shit...
Man get that money nigga...
You know I just called a nigga I Fronted a sak cause that fucc
got this straight out the hood
Look what I got up under the hood
Ridin in traffic I'm good
Niggas ain't ridin they hidin
They see me they knockin
Couple milli in the bag and my face good
Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good
10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood
Smoke? you know it taste good
Scoop
Couple milli in the bag and my face good
Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good
10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood
Smoke? you know it taste good
Scoop
here grindin,
you rap about money and nigga might sign ya,
you rap about me and a nigga might find ya,
banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya,
Slim thugga, muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born
I'm the type of nigga that will come to the hood
And I'm makin' the money
I definitely live for the paper, nigga, betta come, I eat with the hommies
You
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
trap)
Whole motherfucking brick
Old niggas out here living off them old war stories
Fuck that nigga hood, Jimmy Rocket go shoot up the place
Yeah,
this for my ride or dies when i ain't have shit only a few was by my side this broke shit ain't break us this money will never make us to the top over
here for the real street niggas
Real street niggas
This right here for the real street niggas
Put your money up nigga
This right here for the real street
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