Ace Hood - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta (2008) by Ace Hood (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Akon)

Ooh yeah, oooh yeahhh,
Ace hood, Konvict Music,
I know they want us to stop,
But we immune to lose it,
Hey,
Hey,

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 1:]
When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always told to eat fast,
Never snitchin was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own.
Real niggas get paid every second of the day,
Hit the mall blow a quote that I can't fit in this phrase,
Just know it's two colors in that Def Jam chain,
Lil money wanna scam,
Bitch I'm outta your range.
Make way,
Feed me,
Gotta get this money.
Smokin nothin but the best yeah the boy so flooded, and I still want money...

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 2:]
See niggas shut down,
My money keeps comin.
You niggas take breaks,
My team keeps runnin.
They bring me back bags,
Louis vitton somethin.
Don't really know the price,
Just know it costs money,
And when it comes to money,
They know it ain't nothin,
Throw a 100 on jewels,
Make it back up on a monday.
Why niggas tryna floss,
They ballin outta budget.
Everyday on the grind,
Bitch my mind is on my money.
Tell 'em roll up the trees,
And deliver me the scummy.
Forget a 9 to 5,
Overrated me to quit.
Now a day since legit,
I get it opposite legit.
Me and my nigga 'Kon so addicted to the chips.
He gon let you know the script...

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna 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 money.
How much for the chain?
I spend bout a 100.
See you can dim the lights,
But my wrist still sunny.
They know I'm on the block,
And my fitted in the glock.
Dickies cut with a frame,
And a half up in my sock,
Gotta get it anyway,
And keep it level from the cops.
Bitch I never play the grind,
First rule off top.
I been in it for the dough,
You niggas need props .
I'm just in it for the guap,
100 million in the pot.
Only know to go get it
So the printer don't stop.
Grab 50 hit a lot,
And go and dump it on the drop.
I'm starvin like marvin,
It ain't no give and bargin, like target.

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

Ace Hood (Hey, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Hey, Get Em Up)
(Hey, Get Em Up) yea
(Hey, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey

[Verse 1]
I got my drop top rollin' and I'm heading to the mother land
Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag
Hundred in the Louie, don't confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the truck jack, pushing like a super pack
Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks
Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet
Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin' with the Louie rag

[Chorus]
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin' wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Hey, Get Em Up) [Repeat: x7]
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Verse 2]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak
Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go
New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england
That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin wit
Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side
Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds
Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got my black flag swangin' and I'm banging on some gutta shit
Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip
Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it
Better quit that fussing, don't know what's in the bull pit
.45's a motherfucker, hit you and your cousin
Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Got that oven heated up and bitch you looking like lunch
Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts
Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck?
Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up?

[Chorus]

Gutta

(feat. Trick Daddy)

(It's so incredible)

Ace...

[Chorus:]
You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit
Talkin bout you get all dem bricks
I'm a have to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mamma stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let da automatic spray

[x2:]
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka
Boy there you go

Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
No talk, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back
I'm gutta. I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all crap
And you homies won't last
Til your somethin like paper tags
Don't make me slide the mask
To save from blast
Get his ass

[Chorus]

Now let me get em
When I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face
Tell em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they really don't think
That I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas know where you lay
Actin like I don't know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs
What?
Y'ain't bout dat lie
Huh?
Y'ain't got no stride
Naww
You'nt really grind
Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
In the middle of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em

[Chorus]

Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like coasters
Creep Creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me folgers
But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries included know that the clip be hands on
It'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get em)

[Chorus]

[Chorus - R. City]
We come from a city where the young die
So why don't we get to use and put'cha guns high
About to lose that's the reason 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 Hood]
Pummy yummy yummy, mom addicted to money
Grab a clip of them hundreds, and half a ounce of that scummy
Ready to hit the block try to seek them coming for that tummy
If I don't make it home tell my momma to pray for me
I'ma get it because I got it, came up from the bottom
Pussy nigga get shot up, so shut up and give me profit
Niggas they want me dead and I swear that there ain't no stopping
I'ma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socket
Play the eighth for you haters, they see me on corner trapping
We the Best that's the lesson I'll take you pussies to college
Imagine me I'm gutta, now be the best it's of Heaven
I swear that till I perish I keep these pussies in panic whaa

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Ace Hood]
Now watch me move through the city, gutta be my religion
Only vision to get it is take it without a witness

They say they want me dead and it's fuck them that's my decision
(Fuck them) Fuck them with middle fingers
Them pumps in the penitentiary, walk the block with this energy
Give a mug at my enemies, tell them who they 'posed to be
Hang them up like a poster be, play them like Monopoly
Till the end of my time I be G-U-T-T-A, Mister H-Double-O-D the prodigy
Tell them they can follow me, only cabbage and celery
Getting money heavily, smoking up on that broccoli
Ain't no vegetarians, play with me and you burger meat
Better have a pass to hit my streets with the currency, nigguh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - R. City]
Live from the ghetto we be re-e-al
People only recognize the re-e-al
Cops hate because we dont sque-e-l
But we don't give a fuck about how they fee-e-l
See ain't nobody stopping with, tell them fosie back oh with
(Incomprehensible) What them blockers say
Let them know we do not play
Taking over soon some day, (Incomprehensible)

[Chorus X2]

We the best def jam
i introduce you to ace
ace lets get money

Cash flow... (haha)
its too easy nigga (bankroll)
we don't count money no mo we weight that shit

(Rick Ross Adlibs)

Let's get it...

(Ace Hood Verse)

eh knock knock, bang bang
where the cash at
if u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
come up swinging at you ducks like aflac
then i fall in the sway back may back
see im back for da money like i left dat
see i be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go)
and any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like Citgo
make his body bounce bounce like a 64
tall clips chrome lips see the big gold
im a duffle bag boy like i move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope
i keep my money ova bitches til da door close
i need money like a bitch need dick mo
im tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

(T-Pain Chorus)

I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
i be bangin on your front door wit da nine
ima come see ya (see ya)
ima come see ya (see ya)
i need all my doe not a dolla short
and if u dont have it den u gotta go
ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
in da sky let em kno dat we bout that
cash flow..i need it on time im
talkin bank roll my money my money my money
cash flow...i need it
on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

(Ace Hood Verse)

And where my money young niggaz gotta have that
rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
pockets fat like im carrying a backpack
a couple grand for the louie band napsack
understand im the man who you can't match
moneyman minivan full of brown bags
better grand anyman never top that
cause money and the gat pop those straps
getting loot in the top drop right back
i ain't playin creep ya avenue and i'll blast
bust shots like a new year day blast
and i ride all day like a buss pass
grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow
kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go)
im trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro
rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

(T-Pain Chorus Repeat)

I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
i be bangin on your front door wit da nine
ima come see ya (see ya)
ima come see ya (see ya)
i need all my doe not a dolla short
and if u dont have it den u gotta go
ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
in da sky let em kno dat we bout that
cash flow..i need it on time im
talkin bank roll my money my money my money
cash flow...i need it
on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

(Rick Ross Adlibs)

ace i see you nigga
trilla
you m o b now nigga
you untouchable


(Rick Ross Verse)

big money in the dope hole
see the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money)
seventeen and he got his own kilo
running green nigga living like nino
ridin clean wax sittin for the c note
it ain't green get it back with tha c loc
momma dead broke daddy fucked up
im'a make them come and hit me with the recoup
god dammnit im still in the dope spot
why the fuck you think i pull up in a dope car
gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
so she gotta suck four dicks i b me v i p dj khaled m o b
girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold

(T-Pain Chorus Repeat)

I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
i be bangin on your front door wit da nine
ima come see ya (see ya)
ima come see ya (see ya)
i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u gotta go
ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands
in da sky let em kno dat we bout that
cash flow..i need it on time im
talkin bank roll my money my money my money
cash flow...i need it
on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it again

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 this money
i promise im get us
out the hood baby
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
listen
Baby look just ride with me
swear that i got us mama
one thing i love about it
see you aint wit that drama
you be my ride or die like
bonnie imma play the clyde
promise to move you out the
hood into a bigger house
that's why you never trip
im grindin bump a 9 5
gotta get this money
paper callin but you never whine
gotta ask the cash come
with bags you should see your eyes
that's why i suprise about you
stacks to ease your worried mind
cuz when im gone lil mama home
alone at every time
you never blowed my phone
up yet cuz you respect the grind
and you never holla bout
a problem keep it on the line
my gutta baby
never maybe always gonna ride
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
and um
we can do them long vacations
thinking jamaica lately
cant take them deep relations
baby just keep it patient
shawty know what i do
shawty know who i be
you know im in these streets
the only way that we gon eat
i keep it gutta never
cut her when we in them sheets
i get sum cutta grap the
duffle then im in the streets
come back with bundles
pimp a half a g and louiev
but you aint trippin never
question bout a niggag
we keep it real aint no other
that could fill ya sneak's
i ride for you you ride for me
that's where we need to be
i hold you down
you hold me down and i fulfill
your dreams
your my beyonce
im hova wont you ride with me
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
now what's the definition
of a rider
through it all they gon stand
right beside ya
if you got one look em
in the eyes
tell em you gon ride
tell em you gon ride
till the wheel fall off
or the day that i die
that's on my life
aint nun wrong wit tryna
love somebody
tryna tell you shawty that
ace and i promise this to you
imma get us out this hood
into them places that you
thinkin that you never could
but you gotta ride like
them tires on the mini coop
imma get this cash paper bags
and give half to you
forget them haters
keep you tailored see
whats sexy too
and i like your body all
i think about is doin you
and i love the money so
i guess it's like doin two
you ride or die same smile
when you see the loot
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
yea yea yea
we gon make it out
we gon make it out this hood

(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)

(Verse 1)

(fuck them crackers man) im so gutta - gutta - gutta i gotta duck them crackers, pussy niggas they hack us tryna get me in tough them schakels tellem just since them met me im shootin' at em like aks favourite movie's action i fed ex them like a page bullet on the new cupe but turn yo ass to masalat benny rally them goon and them mutafuckin cabbage

It's so incredable!

<i>[Ace Hood:]</i>
A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i>
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!

<i>[Ace Hood:]</i>
Well I'm fresh on da scene hunid grand in da jeans bet you caint get des<i>[? ]</i> let ma paints hang and you know I'm on lane roll and went to mo chees and they all talk beans I'm da man in ma city tell um get like me I'm da man in da club blowin stacks er week had yo chick<i>[? ]</i> da kid bet she wuna do me and I let her put da doe giv her stacks and da keys keep <i>[? ]</i> and da finest lue v type things we got money ova here we got money ova here see the jewles to loud baby girl I can't hear trash bag full of ones throw da money in da air 'cause

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i>
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!

<i>[Ace Hood:]</i>
And I got money ova here you can tell by the wrist glow cash flow nifo see me in a sixfo paints hang low cause da doe got me cripled drop straight cash why you crabs in a rentoll 80 for da jag papa tags when it's info money out da ass I don't brag I just get mo say you getin cash trina flash I don't think so pull up in da hallow peen lambagen does go up on da truck bet you never seen does with a hot lil mama named hallowpenyo drop stacks in a bag and I keep it g code ain't no money ova der and she already know

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i>
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!

<i>[Ace Hood:]</i>
A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i>
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!

[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
Bitches all on my dick
And these niggas ain't know shit
Rolling on them thangs
Another one's next
Hater blockers is on, they can't tell me shit 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
Nigga get on my level!

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood & Brisco]
[Ace Hood]
A to the C to the E to the H double O D
Bitch I'm raised up in the streets
Keep it G-U-T-T-A
For my niggas 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, bitch I'm feeling myself
You can tell I'm getting money Louis Vuitton belt
And I wish a nigga would make a move himself

[Brisco]
See I get money
It's coming out my ass
And I don't fuck 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, nigga stunting
Your homeboy fronting
Talking that shit 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 ass up E-Class, keep the party going
Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0
Till I die, tell them niggas 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
Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with fifty missiles
Leave you living with the dead, understand that?
I got some bitches and niggas that wanna bandwag
I double up with the jewels 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 shit, believe that (Whoa!)
I know I got paper I just want a little more
I know you bitches talking, so just talk a little more
Because baby I'm me, and y'all niggas hoes
Let's go

[Ace Hood]
And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got them
See, I am just a product, receiving all profit
See niggas want to hate, tell them "Silly rabbit, stop it"
See, me and Bris stars outer space like Martians

[Chorus]

{Hook}
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go

{Verse 1}
Hold up, where dey at
Khaled don?t let me get em
Gun cocked, where his children
No talk, time to get em
Fake niggas gon make me kill em
Make his body shiver like he's naked in a river
Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back
I'm gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like pac is back
Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won't last
See ya something like paper tags
Don?t make me slide dem macs
To save one blast and get his ass
{Hook}
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
{Verse 2}
Now let me get him when I walk up in da place
Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake
Fuck niggas and I really don?t think
That I know where dey lay ducktape dey face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas, know where you lay
Actin like I don?t know where you stay
Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs
(Whaaaaaat)
Yee ain't talk that lie
(Huuuuhhhh)
Yee ain't got no stride
(Nahhhhhhhhh)
You really grind
Leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em
Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town
We gon g-g-gettem
{Hook}
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
{Verse 3}
Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova
Big hold and ya body like coasters
Creep creep we deep with soldiers
Black hoes that?ll carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me foldiers
But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters
When I see where your family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas umma call you dead
Click clack then your t-shirt red
Hand em a tampon
No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on
And I take your mans arm
Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn
{Hook}
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
Imma have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray
{Chorus}
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go

(feat. Lloyd)

[Ace Hood:]
So baby hollah at a G
I keep you away from prankstaz
You can be my mistress, I can be ya gangsta
Seen you on the money rockin bring me back the paper
Give you back half just for doin me dat favor
And yeah dats a thug's move
Show you what a thug do
Beat it while I feed it to you good like soulfood
Forget about old dude, call him Mr.used too
I can put it down like the top of my new Coop
Baby dats roofless
Tell ya what the truth is
Niggahz can't hit it right
Den baby he useless
I'm a yung thug, give it to you with my Chews on,
Shoes on, just incase a yungin gotta move on

[Chorus: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can 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:]
And though he bought you dat watch
Ya man ain't nothin
So hollah at a G if you need some thug lovin
Late nites on a call say she wanna feel sumum
She tell me put it down
I fuck her on hundreds
I give her refunds and her body keeps cummin
She know I put it down baby girl stop runnin
So what you wanna do cause I'm yung and still thuggin
Jus take this good while I'm headed to the money
Takin shots of the goose just to mix with gettin blunted
See I can brighten days keep ya wrists all studded
Ya boyfriends' lame tell'em Guttah get money
I keep it 100
Dats why you keep comin rite back

[Chorus: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can 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:]
And baby I can show you new things
Sumum u ain't used to
Kick it with the guttah none otha you need a thug dude
Type of niggah beat it in his jeanz and his Tim boots
Hit it from the back, see you feelin like fruit juice
Fitted to the back, see he can eat what ya man do
Ain't doin his job, you can hit me on the hip boo
Ace
You know the name
A real niggah
Heavy off in the streets, see ya man, I'm a deal with him
Baby he play it lock like the Tommy The Hilfiger
Call me ya boss boy or just call me ya deal giver
Heard you needed a thug so there go ya meal ticket
Baby girl don't worry I'm dat hurry and get it like

[Chorus x2: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can 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)

When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can 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)

Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money
(Get money)
That's the motto, hustle all day
Then we do the shit tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
Gotta get it
(Gotta get it)

That's the motto, live for today
You might never see Tomorrow
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)

See I went straight to the pros
Who done done it like me, breakup
The flow now they holla 'He a beast'
From the city where there's Killas and dealas
And street beef, and them crackas on the corner

Every avenue and place and my homies servin' hard
'Cause they livin' by the day, see I do it for my family
And hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the block
Ya see, I'm cooler than them othas

Certified colored sneakas, keep a fitted for the club
When I step out on the scene all them hoes be showin' love
They know I'm that dude that be ringin' through the block
Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace, yeah fool heard it right
I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see
The top, my hood

Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money
(Get money)
That's the motto, hustle all day
Then we do the shit tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
Gotta get it
(Gotta get it)

That's the motto, live for today
You might never see Tomorrow
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)

Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money
(Get money)
That's the motto, hustle all day
Then we do the shit tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
Gotta get it
(Gotta get it)

That's the motto, live for today
You might never see Tomorrow
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)

You gotta love ya hood
You need to love your projects
Ay, get me, get me

I got 'em a couple triple beams about an ounce of bakin soda
I Got that revenue that's hittin' colda than Sammy Sosa
[unverified] ya' see growin' up, I seen alotta things
I weren't supposed so growin' up I lost alotta people
That were closa that's why I stay up on my grind

And only roll with soldiers, I hit the block
And serve 'em everything away from soda
Don't fuck with out the soda, sellin' coke
With out the cola, my clientele is strictly rock

You can tell it by the odor, I keep that nino
With the mac hid underneath the sofa
So if you ridin' slngin' tricks I suggest a coma
Them pussy niggaz want me dead so I suggest and dopa

Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money
(Get money)
That's the motto, hustle all day
Then we do the shit tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
Gotta get it
(Gotta get it)

That's the motto, live for today
You might never see Tomorrow
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)

Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money
(Get money)
That's the motto, hustle all day
Then we do the shit tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
Gotta get it
(Gotta get it)

That's the motto, live for today
You might never see Tomorrow
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)

You gotta love ya hood
You need to love your projects
Ay, get me, get me

Yeah, I wake up in the ghetto tryin' dream a couple mill
I'm forced to get, momma shootin' up and poppin' pills
Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sittin' still
This be the city that never pity they would rather kill

I wipe my eyes and check my clientele who by yaself
I grab the pots and bakin' soda, yeah that odor smell
This be the hood, I got connections like a phone cable
So watch where you work 'cause a mistake can be fatal

'Cause crakas searchin' for that person tho I'm undertable
Can't find no witness, fuck them snitches
That get snitches popped, another day just talkin' on the block
With a million on my glock and a half off in my sock

Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money
(Get money)
That's the motto, hustle all day
Then we do the shit tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
Gotta get it
(Gotta get it)

That's the motto, live for today
You might never see Tomorrow
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)

Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up
Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money
(Get money)
That's the motto, hustle all day
Then we do the shit tomorrow

I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
Gotta get it
(Gotta get it)

That's the motto, live for today
You might never see Tomorrow
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)
I'm in the ghetto
(Ghetto)

You gotta love ya hood
You need to love your projects
Ay, get me, get me

(Chorus)
Take a look at me now, I`m from the gutta but I made it, I made it to the top of the world,
Nothin holdin me down, I told them haters I would make it, I made it to the top of the world

Verse 1:
Congratulations all you fakers as you see I graduated, here`s a favor for you haters, kiss my anus boiiii, I made it out the ghetto, I made it out the gutta, but still I keep the street and now im hot as every summer. They said I couldnt do it, but who are they to call, I started rappin and ended chances of playin ball. And now the doubted, but young is sproutin above them all, straight out the ? county gutta skippin metaposs. No homo I keep it solo but I will never fall, now every call I get the money is so involved, 2 stacks of betta is easy cheddar to hit the mall. I get the money to throw em so every day I ball,

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
And yes I made it, you cant mistake it, I know they hate it, they see my face in the paper next to they rappin favorites, I am so amazing I am no one like im in the matrix. And I made it mama, and dont stress your problems imma get us out tha, forget the drama that people holla just follow godda. And he will lead you right through the problems I promise mama, and I swear that to the day I parish, tell em khaled I will bury every nescesary cat who said I wouldnt homie. Look at me now yea im laughin at you non believers, screamin gutta while im ballin err fuckin season, I use to pass my cd me and fo fifth in 80, I use to bag em to listen but 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 and everything, lets get the money, see tony montana said it best, yes its quoted truly, so add this song to your list of greatest and classic movies, and imma roll the credits, just in second, just get this message, shout out to everyone who supported me from past to present, and I wanna thank khaled because without him there will be no sessions, and I wanna thank fam cuz wit them they taught me this lesson, and I wanna thank god cuz without him there will be no message, and I wanna thank all of my fans cuz they are a blessing, this for BET refrence, I got my speech ready,

(Chorus)

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 this money
i promise im get us
out the hood baby
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
listen
Baby look just ride with me
swear that i got us mama
one thing i love about it
see you aint wit that drama
you be my ride or die like
bonnie imma play the clyde
promise to move you out the
hood into a bigger house
that's why you never trip
im grindin bump a 9 5
gotta get this money
paper callin but you never whine
gotta ask the cash come
with bags you should see your eyes
that's why i suprise about you
stacks to ease your worried mind
cuz when im gone lil mama home
alone at every time
you never blowed my phone
up yet cuz you respect the grind
and you never holla bout
a problem keep it on the line
my gutta baby
never maybe always gonna ride
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
and um
we can do them long vacations
thinking jamaica lately
cant take them deep relations
baby just keep it patient
shawty know what i do
shawty know who i be
you know im in these streets
the only way that we gon eat
i keep it gutta never
cut her when we in them sheets
i get sum cutta grap the
duffle then im in the streets
come back with bundles
pimp a half a g and louiev
but you aint trippin never
question bout a niggag
we keep it real aint no other
that could fill ya sneak's
i ride for you you ride for me
that's where we need to be
i hold you down
you hold me down and i fulfill
your dreams
your my beyonce
im hova wont you ride with me
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
now what's the definition
of a rider
through it all they gon stand
right beside ya
if you got one look em
in the eyes
tell em you gon ride
tell em you gon ride
till the wheel fall off
or the day that i die
that's on my life
aint nun wrong wit tryna
love somebody
tryna tell you shawty that
ace and i promise this to you
imma get us out this hood
into them places that you
thinkin that you never could
but you gotta ride like
them tires on the mini coop
imma get this cash paper bags
and give half to you
forget them haters
keep you tailored see
whats sexy too
and i like your body all
i think about is doin you
and i love the money so
i guess it's like doin two
you ride or die same smile
when you see the loot
even though im in the streets
you know exactly what I do
when I chase this paper
you aint gotta wait for me to
bring it back home to you
cuz i ride or die
girl we gon be good
and if you ride or die
we gon make it out this hood
yea yea yea
we gon make it out
we gon make it out this hood