[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 on check
b**hes all on my dick
And these n***as ain't know sh**
Rolling on them thangs
Another one's next
Hater blockers is on, they can't tell me sh** because
[Brisco]
Because I don't see y'all
Because I don't see y'all
Because I don't see y'all
Because I don't see y'all
n***a get on my level!
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood & Brisco]
[Ace Hood]
A to the C to the E to the H double O D
b**h I'm raised up in the streets
Keep it G-U-T-T-A
For my n***as serving yay
Moving weight and serving packages that pack it in the crate
We don't count that cash every duffle gets weighed
Big money I'm paid, b**h I'm feeling myself
You can tell I'm getting money Louis Vuitton belt
And I wish a n***a would make a move himself
[Brisco]
See I get money
It's coming out my a**
And I don't f** with hoes if they ain't about cash
Opa Locka goon, four Chevys and a dirtbike
I open up my trap
But took it back on the first night
Catch me in a Porsche
Or maybe on the porch
And we don't get jailed because we don't go to court
Yeah, n***a stunting
Your homeboy fronting
Talking that sh** but
He ain't about nothing
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Ace Hood & Brisco]
[Brisco]
I'm looking for a hood rat, call her Stacy
She cuss real bad, and she steal from Macy*s
I want her so bad, please someone pace me
Try and say a hater will soon come hate me
Bocce boy, bocce boy, these chopps hit is bocce boy
Bag his a** up E-Cla**, keep the party going
Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0
Till I die, tell them n***as come and see po'
[Ace Hood]
And I'ma come see him blast like an airbag
Make his body bounce, bounce, twenty five shell count
p**y n***a listen you don't listen you get hit with fifty missiles
Leave you living with the dead, understand that?
I got some b**hes and n***as that wanna bandwag
I double up with the j**els and let my pants sag
A hundred stacks in the bag, now where the cash at?
Yes, I'm blind so you haters like a cataract
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood & Brisco - Verse 3]
[Brisco]
What it do, what it is
See I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids
I'm home gutter, gangster, projects
I know the block hot, but I'ma open up regardless
[Ace Hood]
Yeah, and damn right that coupe going topless
Vacant on the I, we do a 105
Me and Bris about cash we let it blow in the skies
Not let's blow money, never had more money
[Brisco]
Now I'm the sh**, believe that (Whoa!)
I know I got paper I just want a little more
I know you b**hes talking, so just talk a little more
Because baby I'm me, and y'all n***as hoes
Let's go
[Ace Hood]
And I'm gone, my n***a you know I got them
See, I am just a product, receiving all profit
See n***as want to hate, tell them "Silly rabbit, stop it"
See, me and Bris stars outer space like Martians
[Chorus]