get money lyrics – ace hood

get money
(feat. rick ross)

ace hood, rosay
we the f*cking best, maybach

it’s so incredible

i do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin their gr*ss up
n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*

i’m like fresh outfit, blunts they lit
and a n*gg* out in bout who don’t buck a sh*t
yeah i gave you a cl*ssic in my debut
cashflow for the hoes i bought (straight to)
you wanna ride you can’t be actin like dre foo’
n.w.a. i bet you ace played you
hollywood hollywood i see the big lights
and i’m with my big homie ricky n*gg* yeah right

every minute that my heart pump blood
f*ck what you heard momma raised a f*ckin thug
money on my mind imagine what’s up in the trunk
and it get me 10 to life therefore i’m driving slow as f*ck
on the road to riches feelin like a billionaire (boss)
a got a couple mill a couple more an i’m really there
haters talk around me f*ck em like i really care
when we handle our business sorry they were never there

i do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin their gr*ss up
n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*

money ain’t a thing i remain blinged up
hundred on the chain b*tch i think i’m king tuck
a n*gg* young and rich who feel like can’t be touched
forty stacks for the shades, no i can’t see much
unless you get the dollars still talkin cashflow
thousand dollar bill president fidel castro
n*gg* with a att*tude .50 and a mac-10
ross cool as ice cube d*cky and the black chef

i’m in a heli-chopper starin at the boat docks
good weather good weather means more flux
look in my eyes you can tell i’m seeing so clear
i get them b*tches a prison an feeling no fear
more money means more louis carry-on
when i touch your city you should see how hoes carry on
b*tch what’s my name ace f*ckin hood ain’t a d*mn thang change us

i do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin their gr*ss up
n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*

sh*t sh*t, and i’m a gettin money *ss n*gg*
fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
white squares that’s equivalence of mo dough
i hear my n*gg* ricky selling on my promo
i make it rain hoe better wear your poncho
to seek me on my tmo i get you mo slow
the good life beats side of my condo
you know the name ask jermaine on cut thoug

wooh, you talkin funny would you f*cking with the franchise
i decide how much you form the sh*t we let ride
i gave n*gg*s your first startup
showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of
maybe i should have kept my thought off
it’s all good neather he’d hit the guard off
now you sh*t n*gg* garbage you’s a rat never build for this mob sh*t

i do it for the thugs and the motherf*cking gangstas
i do it for the strippers and the b*tches put their hands up
i do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
i do it for the hustlers and this b*tch throwin their gr*ss up
n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*, get money n*gg*

/ ace hood lyrics