Get Money (feat. Rick Ross)

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 throwing 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 Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to) You wanna ride you can't be acting 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 fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver slow as fuck On the other ridges feeling 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 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 throwing 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 Forty stacks for the shades, so I can't see much Unless you get the dollars, still talking 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 staring 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 fucking 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 throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Shit, shit and I'm a getting 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 though Wooh, you talking funny, would you fucking with the franchise? I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave 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 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 throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga