Lyrics:
Think I'm talkin' about some money?
This one of my common peeves ain't it
Damn Diddy leave some for the rest of us
Nigga you don't hustle you don't
the flyest one of all?
I see you lookin' at me
We don't give a fuck!
What you lookin' at?
We gonna give it up!
Do ya thang, man
Fuck what they
Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper I don't show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up,
don't go
yeah mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm
Most times you know ama bad boy you know
I like the way you give me up and below
I like you let me f**k that
Yeah, Ace Hood (woah)
What's up baby? (Woah, oh)
We the Best, huh
So I had a few things in mind (woah, oh)
Haha, and I was thinkin'
don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
I'm from the hood, it's evident
Used
with sweat
To people in the crowd I give what they get
Papers make paid, babies make laid
I don't really worry, nor do I fret
Waiting for the gimme
the cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey I would give you
with sweat
To people in the crowd I give what they get
Papers make paid, babies make laid
I don't really worry, nor do I fret
Waiting for the gimme
on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a
Pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fk wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you know da game
Same shit different hoes
We
She didn't have to marry down so far
With raising babies or driving older car
She didn't have to give so
Much and be so underpaid
Lord, I don't know
the room?)
Five-I-seven on my switch, we got out early
Taddle-tails get dropped an' they get got good
So get this stood nigga for the hood
Get that nigga
She got me throwin' Spades Ace with that mouth
I guess only time gon' tell
You gotta give me dirty love
I guess I'm down too
When I can't find
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
last night
I'll be damned if I don't go out with a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes and a bag
I told her shut the fuck up and get off
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some
We the motherfuckin' best, nigga
Remix, motherfucker
Ace Hood
This the remix
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good
the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some
sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
young G's from the hood trying to get by
rollin through my hood, rollin
competitor elimination
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk
Real life
Ace Hood, yea
We the motherfuckin' best, huh?
Lil' bro you know I got you
I made my way from the bottom
And I'm grindin' (I
Hey Hey
I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about
She put the ice cubes in her mouth and then she suck me good
She give me brain like she from college but she from the hood
I told her I don't cuff no
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