'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, Short and Jay, what? I never
how you feel, how you felt I done spent niggaz rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin' for the wealth And the hood ask about me, I'm
time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbecues every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine
[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
they were not believing, go [Chorus] [Verse 3] And as I rap I create a classic, who would imagine That I would inherit all the traits to be the greatest homie? The world is mine
can dance to some more jams Finally meet Nas and the whole fam Roseland, love is love when it's all good, clutch ya name Through my eyes, I'm all hood
Pooh Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I thought you knew Straight to the tail, dick hard as a rock I'm fiendin? for her, I got have that cock Mine dog dank
i outlast. You aint gonna treat this boy like a outcast. hell no fo' i sell out i sell sno, judge already paid nigga fuck i need bail fo? me and hood
it'll be fine First picture your goal, and repeat 'It'll be mine' Or fuck it nigga, just keep imagine killin' me fine Now you, scrunching your face tryna ace
out of the parties Stay in the house, be lonesome, and talk to nobody Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin' but time Misery loves company but it ain't no friend of mine
on my boat Now now now, a lot of niggaz ridin on my coat But I don't worry cause you know the difference is mines dope E'rytime the hood's eatin nigga
pay i just wanna be heard, fuckas dont let me earn mine when you're a bad boy haters dont wanna see you shine so much pressure in this life of mine i
on The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle Act like, ya know, the masta ace don't play when it come to
on the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to
tellin' 'em, "I'm Bobby Jackson from 3B!" When the fact is, he's really Rawshawn from 4D. Hey this is goin out to your hood straight from mine, and yo
s like that y'all Keep on Freak freak y'all Keep on If the papes come yo yo I won't riff I just sit down and get, me a spliff With mines I was born,
Girl I Really Love Youu Tonight Mr Hood Wassup Ma Shit Thats How You Feelin No Pantys and Bra Ohh You Know Its Goin Down Rite Believe That See I Been
[Intro - Ace Hood] Mister Hood Well alright [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Now little nigga I'm big shit Big whips on two six Fault niggas, I don't deal with them