| Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I’m fresh off a full clip
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| Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship
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| I guess what that money taught, so fuck what you niggas thought
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| My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy parked
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| Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I’m out that two seater
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| Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people
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| Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
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| All my niggas is riders, their clips extended with thirty
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| I woke up early this morning, thanked the lord I’m alive
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| Kissed my daughter then told my lady I’m back on the grind
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| Gotta do it for, that’s my daily remind
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| Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
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| It ain’t no love for the week, ain’t no top on the Jeep
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| Tell them haters I’m over sea’s, I’ll be back in a week
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| I’m trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunch
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| I need the cover of Forbes with We The Best on the front
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| I’m going main, nigga kiss my ass
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| These niggas be stealing my flow and all, ain’t even mad
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| I swear my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
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| Just bought that Aston Martin, ymmm', that fucker fast
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| Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
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| All about that profit piling, partner that’s by any means
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| That fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
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| Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
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| Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be
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| H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like seventeen
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| I put it on mama, always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
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| Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that
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| Oh I mean
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| It’s money over bitches, what my niggas claim
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| Probably in the whip with my little Spanish thing
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| All day, in the back of the back number nine J’s
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| I be balling, small thing know what I mean?
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| I say what’s up with them bitches? |
| Molly, weed, and some liquor
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| I’m the type of nigga do you first and then your sister
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| I’m a savage, with fifty karats
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| Came from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
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| Blood on my sneakers, brother’s keeper I see dead people
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| 'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I’m just soul seeking
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| I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
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| And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
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| And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
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| Blow that chopper through your chest to show you shit is real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trailer , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Starvation 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп