It's so incredible Ace You ain't comin' round here Talkin' all that shit Talkin' 'bout you get all them bricks I'm a have to come round your way Nigga
[Intro - Ace Hood] Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Chorus - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] Because I got my cash on check My swag
[Intro - DJ Khaled] We the Best, Def Jam I introduce you to Ace Ace, let's get money [Intro - Rick Ross (T-Pain)] (Cash flow) Haha It's too easy nigga
Call me, call me, call me Call me, call me, call me I see you with your man But girl, is he focused on you? 'Cause he has wandering eyes You say he'
[Intro] Ace Hood (Aye, get them up) Gutta (Aye, get them up) (Aye, get them up) chea (Aye, get them up) Gutta, Gutta, hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top
why we must try The streets hot from the night till the sunrise Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (And this is what it sounds like) Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (Came up from the ground like) [Verse 1 - Ace
when I, chase this paper You ain't got to wait for me to bring it back home to you Because I ride, or die, girl we going to be good [Verse 1 - Ace Hood
Chyeah, Ace Hood See mama, all I want you to do is hold it down for me I want you to be my ride or die While I go get this money, I promise I'ma get us
A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now 'Cause a nigga almost Got married to da liquor boy nigga So fucked up out here cause I'm stressin badda
Hot head now they calling me Folgers But still creep in Adidas with them heaters and them meters When I see where your family at Pop pop, just call me Ace
[Hook] Fresh Louis V. jeans and a fitted cap A brand new old school with the top back See ain't another getting money so clear We got money over here,
hands up yeah Ace, got the money and cars, biggest houses and yards Had the baddest of broads but I'll trade in it all Hang up my player card, present the ace
[Chorus] Take a look at me now, I'm from the gutter but I made it I made it to the top of the world Nothing holding me down, I told the haters I would
(Chorus) whenever we meet, out on the streets (pow - pow - pow - pow) good for him he's gutta - gutta - gutta -gutta (and then alot of talking/noise) (
I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While
(Dickie Peterson) 2-3-4 Cheater, cheater, I believe You got an ace up your sleeve But if you don't take the load that way Lord, you're gonna have to
is the one that was missing And from where I stand right now I can see - so clearly that with every passing day I want more of this magic You're the ace
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each