1.Get Money
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterMaurice CarpenterLeigh ElliottJohnny
MollingsLenny MollingsWilliam Roberts
Ace Hood, rosay
We the fucking best, maybach
It's so incredible
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get
money nigga
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 day view
Cashflow for the hoes I bought (straight to)
You wanna ride you can't be actin like dre foo'
N.W.A. 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 to the life of funk driver store's thug
On the other ridges feelin like a billionaire
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
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get
money nigga
Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain bitch I think I'm king tuck
A nigga young and rich who feel like can't be touched
Fourty stacks for the chase no I can't see much
Unless you get the dollars still talkin cashflow
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 carrillo
Bitch what's my name ace fuckin hood ain't a damn thang change
us
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get
money nigga
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 hoe 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 thoug
Wooh, you talkin funny would you fucking with the franchise
I decide how much you form the shit we let ride
I gave niggas your first startup
Showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my thought off
It's all good neather he'd hit the guard off
Now you shit nigga garbage you's a rat never build for this mob
shit
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get
money nigga
2.Loco Wit The Cake
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterIan LewisOscar Zayas
Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake
Ay you wanna start
a food fight get your attitude right
For I put this cake all
in your face and have your crew
like who dat is Ace Hood
You didn't know that's Ace Hood
ask around in every project they say his face good
Put the range rover on them 24s
I skate good specially with the paper ace all over my
Ace hood
Chain fuck a dummy I need hoes
to educate me good BRAIN
Take the package
up the temple come back home and get PAID
Seven Days about a week
a nigga gotta get PAID
Quit yo hatin get on yo job
and hoe you can get PAID
Like ace like who like me nigga
that's why every bitch you tryin to fuck like me nigga
Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake
I rep this crack like
it's chemistry got an F in chemistry
Took the white and turned
it green now that's what I call chemistry
That's what I call enterprise call
my work the enterprise
20 junkies beamin up tuscotti
in my enterprise
Smokin in my space ship floatin through
the galaxy
They callin my a shootin star leave hoes
off through yo calvery
Ganstas goons and killers only niggas
on my salary they all got charges pending
Murder burglaries and batteries
Niggas tryin to battle me end up finding
they tragedy laided out on the floor and breathin fast
and lookin up at me UP AT ME
Pantin？ on your chevy when you scramblin ruthless
than a muthafucka with hundred grand on me
Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake
Ay you can call me
mister cash flow money out tha asshole
Thugin gettin paper
what you think now Louis bag hoe pull up
in that stupid whip
Hundred for this stupid wrist stupid
this stupid that loco with the money bag
Lamborghini murcielago girl you
got a stupid？ Gucci this Louis
that ridin with them paper tags
And my bitch she bad
as hell Juciy Loius Gucci bag
All my niggas love to swag Bentleys？
back to back
Twenty grand I'll show you goin low
and tell em holla back
Pain you a dummy blow about thirty
on a whip and then swang on them thirties
I drop the top on them verties switch lanes
on them haters I'm throwin paper to make them spend
Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake
3.Born An Og
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterJohnny MollingsLenny MollingsChristopher
Bridges
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put four or five bullets in your head
Ace Hood!
Yeah!
Luda!
As if the guillotine chopped off my noggin I got my head gone
Got my pedal to the metal and my Lambo poppin' in the red zone
Speedin' like demons is reason heathens is breathin' hard
but I roll with some heathens that just,
just don't seem to believe in God
They'll whoop your head boy, put your body in the bottom of the
ocean
Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood somewhere
smokin'
Got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt
so I'm lookin' like roll it up
I be swimmin' in a pool of blood cause the A.K. super soak it up
Hahaha nahh fuck that I'ma come back with it, right quick, like
this
Come back with it, ha ha ha ha, Nasty and Ludacris on the track
with it
Got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion
and put a motherfucker on his back with it
I'm so wrong, I'm so Gutta, I'm so dangerous, ain't I？
I'm so gone off these suckers but the flamers will bang you,
cause I'm a solid aimer
The fat lady got a song to sang ya
Meanwhile I stashed all your bricks in my ？ air plane hanger
I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a fuckin shame
Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush, and you's a fuckin'
lame
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
In your head nigga, Young Gutta, Ace Hood homie
Yo! Luda I got 'em, Ruthless homie
And I'm a ball like a dog and I'm never gon' fall
you can call me Jordan baby
In a Lamborghini drop top and I can't stop myself from stuntin'
lately
And I'm stickin' to the dollars and my motto
you can follow, tell 'em holler, it's 'Fuck you, pay me!'
I'll meet those hollows in the back of the Tahoe,
they comin' at a spiral, borrow that
And any nigga want to get it, I ain't trippin',
I'll send about 50 with a body bag
Zip it up, ship, ship his ass at the bottom of the ocean fast
Then I sit back, laugh, with a pound of that hash,
me and Ludacris pass that
You will need a gasmask think you can still bag that
Mmmm haha, Ace Hood, Ace Hood, G's hood homie
And guess who, guess who I'm back with it
Ace Hood motherfucker don't act with it
Ruthless than a motherfucker, tell them other brothers
don't try 'cause they know that I'm packin' it
Give me your car, then your keys, then your jeans, then your
green
If you sneeze then you comin' up absent
And I roll with a pack of them goons and they only think tools
with bodies packed in it
More money I'ma keep on stackin' it
Hundred thousand for the chain, immaculate
New whips I'ma keep plate taggin' it
New swag and a Louis duff bag with it
Ace Hood, that's who, you mad with it
To all you haters and you fake antagonists
I got a hit, what's your name？ You can have it!
I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put 4 or 5 bullets in your head(in your head)
4.Overtime
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterAndrew HarrJermaine JacksonAliaune
ThiamFaheem NajmKevin Cossom
Ace Hood.
It's do or die.
Gotta go for it, overtime.
Ye, cause it's now or never.
I'm a put it on the line,
Gotta win so I'm ganna bribe.
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
Cause it's now or never.
Put it over time.
Well I'm sitting on the goal line.
Staring at the game clock.
Facing a hundred years,
Me and jordan got the same shot.
Chidiac eshing blue,
Calafornia green.
Jump for the white,
Getcho frilly sheets.
Ace Hood they go crazy when I'm in your city.
Ace Hood, that's what they sayin in every city.
I put my team first,
We never reheard.
We the best franchise cause it's chids first.
Start the life where I give to the G-co,
Drafted outa high school then I hit my free throws.
You see them free shows,
Now it cost em 20 stacks just to see me throw.
It's do or die,
Gotta go put it overtime.
Cause it's now or never,
I'm a put it on the line,
I gotta win so I'm a bribe
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
Cause it's now or never.
Put it over time.
Diamond rings,
Real niggers do real things.
I say hanging with the bitches and the songs I sing.
Real niggers do real things.
I'm listening in the back
If your tryna win the trophy then u gotta do it big.
We own every bag,
And I keep it fly.
We don't needa see the tag,
We just see if there's a cop
Pulling out of control,
Puttin out on the line.
Oh mumma sippin for calfornia I want it triple time.
Now get down onto your seats,
I'm about to double time.
Ace Hood, Konvict we gonna put in overtime.
It's do or die,
Gotta go put it overtime.
Cause it's now or never,
I'm a put it on the line,
I gotta win so I'm a bribe
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
I'm a put it on the line,
Gotta win so I'm ganna bribe.
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
And I can't slow down for nothing.
See I, gotta get overtime,
Cauz I'm a stay on my grind
Cauz money stays on my mind
I feel like 24 hours ain't enough for me,
If you feel me put your hands up for me.
This is over grind,
I'm goin for mine,
I'm over mine
Cauz I'm putting overtime.
Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
overtime
Ace Hood, Akon we the best one time
5.Champion
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterAndrew HarrJermaine JacksonIvan
BariasCarvin HagginsJazmine SullivanWilliam RobertsPaul
KyserLana Rush
Ace Hoooood!
People said I wouldn't make it (make it)
That I'd never get to the top
There was nothing they could say that would make me stop
So I had to keep pushing (pushing)
Through the pain and the tears
All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here
That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion
Coming up I use to watch TV
Look up at the screen
Then look at my mama
Tell her ma that's gon' be me
She said son you gon' be great
I knew it from the start
Your daddy was a poet
That's how he captured my heart
It's in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real
Imagine how it feels
Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills
Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill
Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, it's unreal
You said you gotta song living life unreal
That's why I put my life in every song I kill
Sing it girl
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion
I had a job too niggas, so what？
You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much
Go head and do the math
Watch the numbers add up
Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys smashed up
Keep running to The Runners when it's time to make a (beat)
I'm gunning at you suckas who ain't try'na feel this sh＊＊
My ambitons as a rider blastin' out a niggas whip
Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip
Top down in the chevy yea you know I keep it pimpin
And my pistol heavy niggas know that ain't slippin
Know that I'm on the grind niggas know that ain't slippin'
My faith is on the line so you know I ain't slippin'
You trippin' and that's why
That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion
(Let's break it down for em...)
Ladies put your hands up high
(Came too far now to give up)
We gotta keep reaching for the sky
(It don't even matter say what you want)
Fellas put your hands up in the sky
(Nothing you could say that'll make me stop)
We gotta keep reaching for the sky
(I'm a keep going till I reach the top, and that's why)
Definitely livin' the life
I gravitated to the light
I sacrIficed a decade
Now it's times every night
Let them suckas' spectate
'Cause shorty I expect that
We still touching big weight
And surely I invest that
Break it down the best way
'Cause I know how to stretch that
Haters talking sideways
And I could never stress that
Ready for the war though
I would never compromise
Mami call me Gordo
You shine like summer time
That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They was wrong this the song of a champion
(I'm a champion and that's why)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion
People said I wouldn't make it (make it)
That I'd never get to the top
There was nothing they could say that would make me stop
So I had to keep pushing (pushing)
Through the pain and the tears
All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here
6.Love Somebody
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterAndrew HarrJermaine JacksonJeremy
FeltonKevin CossomAndre DavidsonSean DavidsonKarlene Ramsey
I could have all the money in the world
But it wouldn't mean nothin', nothin', nothin'
And I could have all the fame in the world
But it wouldn't mean nothin', nothin', nothin'
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
When I'm in the club (when I'm in the club)
They be showin' me lovin' (they be showin' me lovin')
But it really don't make a difference
If it ain't my girl (if it ain't my girl)
Then it don't mean nothing (then it don't mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah yeah yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah yeah yeah
I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to cream
I'm addicted to her, for that love I'm a fiend
Just imagine your touches, I can picture your rubbin'
But I smile when I see ya, girl I'm high of your lovin'
Live my life like a dream, every king needs a queen
Girl my life is a movie, sipping Goose in Jacuzzi
Picture staring this movie, picture dripping in Luis
See us cruising on yachts, while we feasting on sushi
Used to mingle with groupies, they be begging to do me
But my mind on my misses, never mind all dem women
Feel me tasting your kisses, and it's you what I'm missing
Girl I'll trade in this living, I just want you to listen
When I'm in the club (when I'm in the club)
They be showin' me lovin' (they be showin' me lovin')
But it really don't make a difference
If it ain't my girl (if it ain't my girl)
Then it don't mean nothing (then it don't mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah, yeah, yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) You know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah, yeah, yeah
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
Now if you love em' and you know it and it ain't that hard to
show it
Put your hands up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put your hands up
Now if you with em' through whatever,
Know that shit can't do em' better
Put your hands up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put your hands up. Ace
Got the money and cars, biggest houses and yards
Had the baddest of broads, but I've trade in it all
Hang up my player card, present the ace of heart
You can keep the fame, the game, the name and all the fancy cars
You can have all them groupies, they be begging to do me
Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women
Feel me tasting your kisses, and it's you what I'm missing
Girl I'll trade in this living, I just want you to listen
When I'm in the club (when I'm in the club)
They be showin' me lovin' (they be showin' me lovin')
But it really don't make a difference
If it ain't my girl (if it ain't my girl)
Then it don't mean nothing (then it don't mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah, yeah, yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) You know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah, yeah, yeah
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
When I'm off up in the club, yes I'm missing your love
Girl I'm fiendin' your drug, and I need that it's a must
All these women I lust, begging me for my tough
Don't amount up to much, but it's nothing like one
You can have all them groupies, they be begging to do me
Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women
Feel me tasting your kisses, and it's you what I'm missing
Girl I'll trade in this living, I just want you to listen
When I'm in the club (when I'm in the club)
They be showin' me lovin' (they be showin' me lovin')
But it really don't make a difference
If it ain't my girl (if it ain't my girl)
Then it don't mean nothing (then it don't mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah, yeah, yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) You know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something's missing yeah, yeah, yeah
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah,
yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
I could have all the money in the world
But it wouldn't mean nothin', nothin', nothin'
And I could have all the fame in the world
But it wouldn't mean nothin', nothin', nothin'
7.Don't Get Caught Slippin
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterMaurice CarpenterLeigh ElliottJohnny
MollingsLenny Mollings
Ace Hood
Street certified
I'm a tell you one thang
don't get caught
Slippin' out on these streets homeboy
keep your
Eyes and ears open ya undastand
Cause it might go down
When the traps side up and the mac slow down
you better hit the deck cause it might
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down
don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down.
Keep an eye on yo nigga
runnin round town
yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down
don't get caught slippin'
yea it might go down
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.
Young nigga seventeen
tryin' get money
niggas laugh about the dough but really ain't shit funny
just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy
any fiend ain't fiend if you see em' look funny
you better tell ya team you don't need that money
that shit smell funny
you ain't gettin' shit from me
I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these somethin'
that white keep comin'
tell tha boy to keep bumpin'
well watch these folks keepin' enemies close an
any nigga kin to me betta not fold
he say he a friend to me but snitchin' to the po'
he waitin' on a court to tell the judge what he know
price on his head he'll be dead by fo'
so homie don't slip
or you could be him
no speakin' on the phone cause them Feds get tips
don't get caught slippin'
cause it might be them.
When the traps side up and the mac slow down
you better hit the deck cause it might
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down
don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down.
Keep an eye on yo nigga
runnin round town
yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down
don't get caught slippin'
yea it might go down
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.
And I won't be slippin'
the boy's on a mission
only vision of winnin' and my sight is on a million
servin' that white girl to any nigga wan get it
and fresh Louis linen dawg can call that pimpin'
that thang on my side homeboy I ain't slippin'
ya boys off snitchin' tell them niggas ain't with
it might go down so watch you do a round
niggas creep in the town leave bodies left on the ground
(don't get caught slippin')
cause the choppa get down
I spend in all black (incomprehensible) so keep away
the fakin' ain't a real nigga round
if you eva go down stay loyal to ya fam
and you don't know shit neva snitchin' on the mound
and homie don't slip cause it might go down
yea homie don't slip cause it might go down
and homie don't slip cause it might go down.
When the traps side up and the mac slow down
you better hit the deck cause it might
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down
don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down.
Keep an eye on yo nigga
runnin round town
yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down
don't get caught slippin'
yea it might go down
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.
And I run my city
I own my town
can't anotha man come and disrespect my grounds
ya eyein' ma nigga
ya want somethin' with em'
you wannna come get it
you'll be dodgin' ma missiles
yea boy it went down
ya homie done slipped
and now he in a coffin on a first class trip
yea boy it went down
ya homie done slipped
and now he in a coffin on a first class trip.
When the traps side up and the mac slow down
you better hit the deck cause it might
don't get caught slippin' cause it might go down
don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down.
Keep an eye on yo nigga
runnin round town
yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down
don't get caught slippin'
yea it might go down
don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.
8.This Ni＊＊a Here
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterIan LewisOscar ZayasBrian Williams
Gucci this, Louis that, I'm on my designer shit,
Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit
Purple label new cavallis, ain't no body fly as this
Back seat of the double R, I'm on my recliner shit
This nigga here keep a 100 on his wrist
This nigga here keep him a bad bitch
This nigga here keep a customized whip
This nigga here keep a hundred round clip
This nigga here... Keep it realer than a mother fucker,
More ruthless than these other mother fuckers
I'm in the booth up in this mother fucker,
God knows I spit the truth to all these mother fuckers
I tell them workin' don't get paid up in this mother fucker
Grab you a？ song？ and go get laid up in this mother fucker
I roll up, Niggas BOW DOWN, bitches show up, they wanna BOW DOWN
My money to extravagant to handle it, I'm arrogant as fuck, ME,
I'm the one who handle it
Every corner that you got's under new management,
We get the money, burn it to the grown, ya'll can have that shit
Ya team pussy, I'm a go and damage it,
leave a hundred shells outside your house, nigga handle it
Gucci this, Louis that, I'm on my designer shit,
Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit
Purple label new cavallis, ain't no body fly as this
Back seat of the double R, I'm on my recliner shit
This nigga here keep a 100 on his wrist
This nigga here keep him a bad bitch
This nigga here keep a customized whip
This nigga here keep a hundred round clip
This nigga here... Keep it realer than a mother fucker,
More ruthless than these other mother fuckers
Round 2 up in this mother fucker, fist full of cash,
stuntin in this mother fucker
Grab a bitch and tell her she comin' with all of us
Then tell her go and get her friend for my god brother
We got money and we finna shut the club down
Ace Hood？ Pussy nigga ask around
You come to my city？ Hottest in the town
Niggas got a problem？ Meet my chopper rounds, AK47,
leave ya body down
I know you heard that we showin out in every town
I keep that Louis drippin on me when I puts it down
They holla 'This nigga here, he a fuckin clown'
Gucci this, Louis that, I'm on my designer shit,
Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit
Purple label new cavallis, ain't no body fly as this
Back seat of the double R, I'm on my recliner shit
This nigga here keep a 100 on his wrist
This nigga here keep him a bad bitch
This nigga here keep a customized whip
This nigga here keep a hundred round clip
50 on some Gucci, 80 on the rag, 100 on some Louis, 100 in the
bag
100 and the whole dashboard gold, Platinum on the teeth, cherry
red roll
You know the money swole, a nigga neva folds, Presidential
sweets,
Italian marble floor
20 million on some new shit, new houses, new whips... all new
shit
New bitch, mandatory keep a new lick, New clips,
hallow tips for the bullets
Stuntin on these bitches see we do this every summer,
Pull out the hummers
Calli for the runners, Sun do shine... shine on the sun,
make another mil,
spend another hundrew
9.Mine
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterChristopher StewartTerius Nash
Hey Hey Hey
All we do is get money
Gotta hit the bank
Man I'm running out of hundreds
(Hey shawty hey hey hey hey shawty)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
Ace hooooood (mine mine)
Big money talking if you broke stay quiet
And watch how all my niggas in a club make a riot
Throwing honeys in the sky
And watch it all fall
I'm blopping on your lady cause' she love to watch me ball
She be giving me the eye
I'm giving her a call
Then it's back to the suites
Next week the Taj mahal
Every day is like a sweet stick
Pick out what you want
It ain't trickin' if you got it baby
Pick out what you want
Reclimb your seat back
And let yourself go
You ain't a Mr. Berrada
I spit that cash flow
Now let her hands go
Lil homie you lame
I have her back to you tomorrow
I let my niggas say
Homie
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine (mine mine)
I got money you should help me spend
Take you out of that domestic and put you in a Benz
Your old boyfriend don't wanna pay your rent
I put five stacks only that ain't ＊＊＊＊ (that ain't ＊＊＊＊)
Take you out the hood
Put you in the heels
Put you in a crib
This is how you should live
A girl like you should be sitting on a yacht
Looking down at ya rock
I know she yours!
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
(Ace hooooood)
Hey I'll be ballin out a budget
I'll be ballin like the Pistons
Master P money I'll be ballin with no limit
See ya lady I'm me she comin to her senses
She can smell her money plus don't stuntin' on the sixty
Kickin with her richie
Ya man he's a mess fe (？)
I can show you things, diamond rings be the witness
He ain't gotta worry
I ain't trying be yo man boo
I'm just tryin to take you places you gon' need your sandles
Seein' is believin' I just hope that you can handle
Girl I make it rain you can determine the weather
Bentleys, Phantoms
Just don't test the channel
Know you with yo' man but I'm the ＊＊＊＊ that keep you (？)
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
Hey hey shawty!
10.Wifey Material
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterAndrew HarrJermaine JacksonLloyd
PoliteAndre DavidsonSean DavidsonKarlene Ramsey
Yeaaahh
All around the world
(around the world)
I done been all around
the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu
cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love
with a girl but ain't none
like you cause you are wifey material.
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Tjeah I live my life like a vivid dream
of living lavish I done perished
of the triple beam, (triple beam)
My momma told me but
I couldn't see so why you plot？
my economic mind to the streets
ACEEEE
I tell you life is never promised
if you f＊ck with him you get f＊cked everynight
that's a promise(promise),
A n＊gga real let you're friends hatin' f＊ck them ho's bet me
and you escape(escape)
And I ain't gotta talk it
cause I live it girl I like to welcome you to my exquisite world
ACEEE
Where the goose stay on cheetah？
You can take it all of baby do what you feel.
I done been all around
the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu
cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl
but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
I wake up mornings and I picture
what I've been trough 5 siblings gotta live
in 3 bedrooms now it's big cribs whips
and them blue pooch beautifull broads
and they all wanna do who？ ACE HOOOOD
Pleasure P to set the sex mood
and once I sex you just forget
the next dude beats I few lingerie see trough
she say I'm so hood rubbing on my tattoo
you ever been to Cancun？ I can take you
I feelin like BIG when he wrote juice,
fruit loop cush livin like the chest mood
yeah they hate cause we doing they can't do
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl
but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Tjeah and I grind every 21st
Always love the day and pray to see the 21st
Kiss my mommas and I gotta go
Maried to the dough all pre-numbtual
ACEEE
Tough baby know that it's a G-thang
Beat game while I'm taking
of you're g-string (g-string)
Take a look into the pink frame
we pick everything have it your way.
I done been all around the world seen
all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu
cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love
with a girl but ain't none
like you cause you are wifey material.
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
11.Bout Me
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterKinta CoxCarl McCormick
Mr. Hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like band wood,
That black flag swag is part of my man hood,
That pistol on that seat it's just keepin ya man good,
I'll pop his top like drops and can goods,
I'm gutta
Tell you one thing bout me
I'm stuck to duh greens
Like duh coke to the feens
And if by all means
Just pay me in all green
Sprite chasin the promethezine
I'm on leen,
Ball greez my dude
Well goon ya hole team,
I'm him them dangers ask ya man dange
15 bottles of rose and champain
Niggas dey no duh name
And understand the game
I kno u c the chain
It's we the best the game...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
I'm a stack my bread and fuck niggas hoes,
Shoot dice, drink liquor and sell dope,
Tote fire stay fresh err where I go
Pop pills n wildin keep my codeon
Pack extra clips nd get my suit on
Ask bitch ass niggas who wanna move wrong
So if you got it on ya mind let a nigga know
So I cud show u dat duh nine send niggas home
Otha den dat duh street niggas love greez
Even doe dey baby mama wanna fuck me
I'm 100 bout everything duh boy du
Dats y duh crowd behind me err where I move
Nd u can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen it's bout money,
I du it for dem young niggas dat pop beans,
the hot boys with big stacks cops see...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
Ayy where my goons at,
Where my g's at
Where dem killas n dem zoe's stayin so strapped
Broaward county on the map dats a known fact,
N wen I tawk bak people runnin fo flat(brrrraaat)
Nd night light see duh light u cud follow dat
... I creep all black.
So straped,
Fuck rap get ya baby boy kidnapped,
Black flag my rag got duh wrist wrap...
We stilla g wen I walked out of pintack,
Cause I'm me
Whose he we cud end dat,
Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat,
I'm cold like caronas in a 6 pack
, ace hood gettin head like a ball cap
One thing about me I dnt call back,
Fall back I'm addicted 2 duh brown bag
, mc hammer swag,
Can't touch dat...
Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
12.Zone
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterDaniel LubinGerald Jasmin
13.Make A Toast
Writer(s)：Antoine McColisterMaurice CarpenterLeigh ElliottJohnny
MollingsLenny Mollings
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