[Intro - Ace Hood] Yeah Yay, straight up like that there B homie Free Weezy! Yay, let's get to the money my nigga Mister Hood [Chorus] X2 Money to be
Yeah I'm Mister Hood Okay I'm stacking dead presidents Out there to my testament Trying to get my money long, Yao Ming measurements Sorry for my absences
is my lifestyle, I live my life wow Four or five bitches, pipe down Money cars and clothes, all a nigga know Dedicated flow [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood
[Chorus - Ace Hood] I'ma ride for my city, grind for my city Dare you to fuck with me, the 9 resides with me Ayo! I'm so 9 to 5 4, the heart of my city
the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb) I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb) Outta time [Verse] Yeah This the grenade flow
cash at? (Hey where the cash?) Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?) Where the cash at? (Hey, where the cash?) Where the cash
a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM Call it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam Yeah, that's the type of nigga that I am Ace Hood Okay, I'm back off
'em the peace, capiche (sp?) Let 'em rest in peace From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan And I slipped 'em the ace
the peace, capiche (sp?) Let 'em rest in peace From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan And I slipped 'em the ace
up like grits- dozen ,you can have 4- bookin up the pitch i hit the switch throw em in laso- i take another hit?ace hood wont kno bout cash flow- we
your attitude right For I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like who dat is Ace Hood You didn't know that's Ace Hood ask around in every
yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Ace hooooood (mine mine) [Ace Hood:]
ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! [Ace Hood:] And I got money ova here you can tell by the wrist glow cash flow
[ACE HOOD:] A say hello to mister cutthroat bodys on the damn flo All about the cash flow like my money in bank rolls These haters pissed they know I'
[Talk:] Ace Hood, Nigga we da best WHO? We We Da best I wonna let ya'll know Well fuck it you already know Ace Gutta [Chorus:] When it's pullin up in
bout a half keep the cash comin I got a bitch on the ave run the cash for me She wine fine bitch I call her paper bag money She never fail bring the mail all cash
am the streets [Ace Hood:] Hey knock knock Yee I'm knocking on the bench door Gimme the million dollars and I'm dropping off the cash flow See you ain