[Intro] This is no longer music, it's a celebration homie [Chorus] Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don And to the gangstas until they postpone To all the hustlas that's on the cash grind To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toastin' this to me Glasses in the air (It's a celebration baby) Glasses in the air, and this for history [Verse 1] True story I was born into the Lord's glory Hustlin' of their visions, to first class ported And that's accordin' I was corgile on my first formal Tryin' make a mill' comin' off a four quarters I am so Florida Marlin in my own water Swimin' wit' the sharks slaughter anything by them Feelin' like an orphan never knew my real father Guess that's why I'm goin' harder than my role model Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter Now they payin' Hood at that to my armor model And every Ace of Spades bottle to the last swallow Only taint forever trained to get the last dollar Black flag scholar, Louis Vuitton don A hundred for the watch, just waitin' for the right time I just realized in my money state of mind I'm on another level, devils meet me in the sky[Chorus] [Verse 2] I used to wake up in the mornin' yawin' where I wanna be People that I wanna meet, and places I've been diein' to see No hope in sellin' coke or dope I'm goin' back to sleep Now awake with paper bags, cash under feet Throw up the W to represent my dynasty And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat Keep all apologies the modesty is all to me It's ruthless mind frame is the way to be I burn a hater blow the ashes on his daddy feet May he be deceased lookin' till you see the peace Well I could see you gettin' rich ??짖€????cause niggas envy me It's deeper than a rap the realest shit a nigga speak Private planes take me everywhere they wish to see And Khaled takin' me to heights they only wish to be Flyest without a wing, the American dream It's a bird, it's a plane, naw it's just me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam, Shout out to We the Best, what up Diamonds and Deals? Shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth? What up Kit Go? What up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C.? I love ya Blonde D., I love ya big sis', I love ya lil' sis' I love ya 2Pac, and I would never stop, let's toast to the top [Chorus]
We the best def jam I introduce you to 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 it...
[Verse: Ace Hood] 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 thugs aflac Then I fall in the sway back may back See I'm 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 I'm 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 I'm tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll
[Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a 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 I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money...
[Verse: Ace Hood] And where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band napsack Understand I'm 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) I'm trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll
[Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short And if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a 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 I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money...
[Adlibs: Rick Ross] Ace I see you nigga Trilla You m o b now nigga You untouchable
[Verse: Rick Ross] 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 I'm a make them come and hit me with the recoup God dammnit I'm 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 d me v I p dj khaled m o b Girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold
[Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your front door with da nine I'm a come see ya (see ya) I'm a come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dolla short and if u don't have it den u gotta go I'm a 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 I'm Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow... I need it On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money
People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here
Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion
Coming up i use to watch tv Look up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma thats gon be me She said son you gon be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet Thats how he captured my heart Its in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real Like asking how a ni**a feel Imagine how it feels Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, its unreal You said you gotta song living life unreal Thats why i put my life in every song I kill Sing it gurl
Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion
I had a job too ni**as, so what? You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much Go head and do the math Watch the numbers add up Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys up Keep running to The Runners when its time to make a (beat) Im gunning at you suckas who aint tryna feel this sh** blastin out a ni**as whip Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip Top down in the chevy yea you know i keep it pimpin And my pistol heavy ni**as know that aint slippin Know that im on the grind niggas know that aint slippin My faith is on the line so you know i aint slippin You trippin and thats why
Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion
(Lets break it down for em...) Ladies put your hands up high (Came too far now to give up) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (It dont even matter say wat you want) Fellas put your hands up in the sky (Nothing you could say thatll make me stop) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (Imma keep going till i reach the top, and thats why)
Definitely livin the life I gravitated to the light I sacraficed a decade Now its times every nite Let them suckas spectate Cuz shorty I expect that We still touching big weight And surely i invest that Break it down the best way Cuz I know how to stretch that Haters talking sideways And i could never stress that Ready for the war though I would never compromise Mami call me Gordo You shine like summer time
(2x) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (ima champion and thats why) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion
People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here
Ride (Remix) featuring Trey Songz, Rick Ross ＆ Juelz Santana
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 - Schife] Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with the cake Then I hit the strip club Going loco with the cake Glittered up my wrist Going loco with the cake Went and Guccied up my bitch Going loco with the cake Repping five with the pimps Going loco with the cake I put on my whole team Going loco with the cake
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Aye You don't want to start a food fight Get your attitude right Before I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like Who that is? Ace Hood You ain't know that's Ace Hood? Ask around in every project they say that boy face good Put the Range Rover on them 24's I skate good Especially with the paper ice, all over my Ace Hood Chain, fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me Good brain! Take the package up the temple come back home and get, paid! Seven days up out the week a nigga got to get, paid! Quit your hating, get on your job, and hoe you can get, paid! Like Ace, like who? Like me nigga That's why every bitch you trying to fuck like me nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Ace Hood] I rep this pot like it's chemistry
Got an F in chemistry Took the white and turned it green Now that's what I call chemistry That's what I call, Enterprise Call my work, The Enterprise Twenty junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise Smoking in my spaceship, floating through the galaxy They calling me a shooting star, leave hoes off through your calvery Gangsters, goons, and killers only niggas on my salary They all got charges pending Murder, burglaries, and batteries Niggas trying to battle me, end up finding they tragedy Laided out on the floor and breathing fast and looking up at me (Up at me) Play me in your Chevy when you scrambling Ruthless than a motherfucker with hundred grand on me
[Chorus]
[ Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Aye You can call me Mister Cash Flow Money out the asshole Thugging getting paper, what you think that Louis bag hoe? Pull up in that stoopid whip Hundred for the stoopid wrist Stoopid this, stoopid that, loco with the money bag Lamborghini Murcielag', girl you got to stoopid that Gucci this, Louis that, riding with them paper tags And my bitch she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis, Gucci bag All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys, Phantoms back to back Twenty grand I'll show you going low and tell them holler back Pain you a dummy, blow about thirty on a whip and then Swing on them 30's I drop the top on them verties Switch lanes, on them haters, I'm throwing paper to make them spend
Same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard big bank in my pocket double up with my profit see this shit than I cop it gimme that there there and than drop it homie hold up with my mojo peep the whip and the logo 24's and they low pro I bet she fucking I know so nigga ain't no doubt about it riding round with that rocket load it up and I cock it send bout a couple off in your nog and hear them 808's and they knocking whole club and they rocking Rose in them buckets all my homies up in here vibing nigga big shit in my household real niggas I die for creeping off in that Tahoe all about that there lajo nigga don't stop the party we be getting gnarley old kimosabe homie's chiefing like I'm Marley cause this is the same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Okay now all I know is hustle get it off the muscle block is my attire keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga I be going hard bitch I'm going hard I just hit the mall you just swipe the card I'm with a couple latin broads I just do menage fuck you other guys pussy telling lies homie free my nigga AG fuck you niggas pay me swagging in my saline two door 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 play me for no paper make my bitches stomp her Alpha zeta mega better no one really on it drive it bet I own it money is involved bet I know I'm on it that's wording to my mother gotta get it one way or another I put that on my brother I'm out here on the come up but it Same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do
[T-Pain] Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it
Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy
Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot
Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood
[Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can...
[T-Pain - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count
yeaaaaaah! oooooooh! they done tried to defeat me staying on my feet when they see me they salute me i'm the king of these streets yeaaaah! ohhhhh! i got 'em walking on(left, right, left, right) we the best so we marching like(left, right, left, right) oooooooh! they follow me!
okay, it's blood, sweat, and tears, that be the realest shit i ever wrote never stop or giving up, the realest shit i ever quote look into my eyes and you can see i hustle twenty-fo, twenty-fo, twenty-fo hours grinding, overdose, running, running in the studio: recording animal people want that gutter back, that's just who i do it for giving 'em that manure flow, how would i know, i'm trained to go heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck it hears a dick to blow now i'm on the top of shit, now they're showing sportsmanship what it do and what it be? niggas on some other shit bitch i'm on my own lane, only god can judge me all you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat and i am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast pussy niggas count me out, man i love to in-convene teddy p and mr. hood, you can call it history we the best and fuck 'em all, we winning like we charlie sheen!
well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating i been waiting, yeahhh boy i been waiting heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness i'm a mother fucking problem, y'all still in pajamas sleeping on the hottest while i'm out here chasing commas put that on my momma, i'mma give 'em hell while they locked up in a cell we the best is gon' prevail, don't believe in seeing fail i'm conceited, you can tell, look the devil in the eye, say i'm hotter than your hell and i'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking 'bout? see me, you salute me like a mother f**king drill scout stunting on you niggas, watch the beamer when it pulls out king of these streets, come and see me when you travel south
Same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard big bank in my pocket double up with my profit see this shit than I cop it gimme that there there and than drop it homie hold up with my mojo peep the whip and the logo 24's and they low pro I bet she fucking I know so nigga ain't no doubt about it riding round with that rocket load it up and I cock it send bout a couple off in your nog and hear them 808's and they knocking whole club and they rocking Rose in them buckets all my homies up in here vibing nigga big shit in my household real niggas I die for creeping off in that Tahoe all about that there lajo nigga don't stop the party we be getting gnarley old kimosabe homie's chiefing like I'm Marley cause this is the same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Okay now all I know is hustle get it off the muscle block is my attire keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga I be going hard bitch I'm going hard I just hit the mall you just swipe the card I'm with a couple latin broads I just do menage fuck you other guys pussy telling lies homie free my nigga AG fuck you niggas pay me swagging in my saline two door 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 play me for no paper make my bitches stomp her Alpha zeta mega better no one really on it drive it bet I own it money is involved bet I know I'm on it that's wording to my mother gotta get it one way or another I put that on my brother I'm out here on the come up but it Same old shit just a different day out here tryna get it each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what I'mma do
