[Intro]
Real n***as came to party, Ace hood!
Real n***as came to party
[Hook: Ace Hood]
I say, Lord have mercy all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in, now I'm living, thank you Jesus
Now my Rollie flooded, I'm not talkin bout Katrina
Know I run my city, couple thousands for my sneakers
It's going down, it's going down
Burn the kush, on Ciroc, it's going down
It's going down, it's going down
Bad b**hes, bring the whips, it's going down
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok, happy birthday n***a, everyday I'm getting cake
What's today, it's Tuesday, b**h I might blow 100k
f** that n***a they sleeping, it's a must I raise the stakes
Can't play with a n***a no way, my drop is white as mayonaise
Holy sh**, better watch your b**h, Frito-Lay, gotta stack them chips
Keep that tool Home Depot sh**, and I keep two clips if a n***a do trip
Boy you talk, I get money ridin around in that new 600
We them young n***as on the block who run it
Evil Knievel, bro we stuntin okay
Millionaire n***a, I got diamonds on my dick
Boy, my swagger dope, I'm talkin 20 kilo bricks
Just bought me an Aston and it came with a spanish b**h
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ok, I go into my beast mode, rapper n***as I eat those
I tell a b**h take a deep breath, then bend on me like a free throw
I don't want me no good girl cause I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I might make a movie and start me with that lead rode
I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet
Racks all in my pockets, these racks all on deposits
I got racks all on my conscience, money all on my mind
I got shooters on my team, and they got bodies on their nine
Look at that bad b**h right there, see that body on that dime
I ain't swimmin in no ho, you know I'm probably on that right
All these n***as hatin on me, but I ain't on that type
Cause I be in that back, and I ain't talkin bout clock, whoa!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, now let's all say a prayer, since my swagger such a k**er (Amen)
Might just buy your chick and give her that dick filet for dinner (Yeah!)
n***a don't want no problems pistol pop you'll get this figure
Lookin' at all my diamonds, it ain't hard to tell a winner
Goin down goin down
That potato on the barrel, no sound (Shhh)
You see them foreigns?
You see we touring?
Me and Meek Mill the realest n***as born
Pray!
[Hook]