Chea, Ace Hoood, Gutta, (Who Hotta Than Me?) Gutta comin soon my nigga, (Who Hotta Than ME!) Who hotta then gutta nigga, no nigga hotta then ace hood
(feat. Trey Songz) (Ace Hood) chea 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
get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 3:] And whatever it takes, Ace Hood bout
put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) [Ace Hood:]
I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to youuu, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good [Ace Hood:] Baby just hold
trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy. [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Chea
ace Ace let's get money Cash flow... (haha) It's too easy nigga (bankroll) We don't count money no mo We weight that shit [Adlibs: Rick Ross] Let's get
[ACE HOOD:] A say hello to mister cutthroat bodys on the damn flo All about the cash flow like my money in bank rolls These haters pissed they know I'
(feat. Brisco) [Ace Hood:] Ace Hood, homie Gutta, Gutta... Ace Hood... Brisco, let's go Cause I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches dey love
(feat. T-Pain & Rick Ross) [DJ Khaled:] We the best def jam I introduce you to Ace Ace let's get money [T-Pain & Rick Ross:] Cash flow... (haha) It'
hood. [Chorus x2: Dre] [Hook: Dre] You gotta love ya hood, you need to love your projects, ay get me, get me. [Verse 2: Ace Hood] I gotem, a couple
22 C just creep on a wagon, I'm ace hood I'm just trynna live lavish, Straight from the hood were the blocks be savage, I here 'em talking, I'm just tryna get
then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to youuu, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good [Ace Hood:] Baby just
knapsack I need a smack tell em duffel up a mil fast It's lunchtime tell em gather up the moneybags A greedy nigga see I'm far from the slim fast You play the clash get
coupe Mercedes I am too much for you buster's Bitches I don't trust em Fuck em once, I fuck em Lust em never love em They won't play me for no sucker,
for something, well I got the something Now every single person that was lookin for something Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY! Let me give 'em