ace hood homie gutta gutta ace hood brisco let s go just cause 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 cause i don t see y all cause i don t see y all cause i don t see y all cause i don t see y all nigga get on my level 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 see i don t 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  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 ride till i die tell them niggas come and see po and i mma 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 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 mma open up regardless 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 sky not let s blow money never had more money now i m the shit believe that 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 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 
['dirty south rap', 'gangster rap', 'hip hop', 'miami hip hop', 'pop rap', 'rap', 'southern hip hop', 'trap']