mind to blow Just let us hang with you Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the breeze My partners on the cut smokin' swisher sweets Trippin' on the hoochies, rollin' by in they rides
with sick rides Burn one down; I'm the one that put the fire on the track I'm the +Ghost+, so I got the hood, +ridin+ on my back Ain't no front door,
Drake Yeah, alright uh uh Uh, Low key peter parker flow tell her bring some ace of spades, no sparklers though private flights, no hassle I just park
toss it up, will never get me out the game [singer]- wanna get a girl, who's down for mine [fatal]- only ride for you, if you ride for me [singer]-
We talk shit 'cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking
can't manage that Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags Play with the hand you was dealt That's why I ride the track till it melt I
this don't knock this you nigga's lazy yall need to watch this Preposterous if you can fathem how you can block this my phantom was seen on candler you ride
Island, me and Khaled on the wood nigga You understand? Shining like I know we should Birdman, YMCMB, you know we good nigga [Verse 8 - Ace Hood] Ace Hood
'm sayin'? Yeah Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs The hood
, I got a voice you should fear I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking career You fucking cowards, never seen a hood high powered Like the Westside
[Intro - DJ Khaled] We the Best, Def Jam I introduce you to Ace Ace, let's get money [Intro - Rick Ross (T-Pain)] (Cash flow) Haha It's too easy nigga
[Intro] Ace Hood (Aye, get them up) Gutta (Aye, get them up) (Aye, get them up) chea (Aye, get them up) Gutta, Gutta, hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top
[Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times
, my ends, my Benz My God, please forgive me for all my sins My hood, my crew, we do what G's do Best believe I'ma ride for TRU, that's my crew Started
Y-y-y yell y'all Riding it like a black Ducati Baby She in my ear like boy you got me Baby We Ace of Spades sipping This is how we live Yeah [Chorus
The Shots Uh Million Times Never Been Lost Thinking Ive Been Slipping Sniffing Lines Boy I Stepp Out My House With My Loui Shades And My Seven Five Ace Oakley Ace