Ace Hood - We Outchea lyrics

(feat. Lil Wayne) [Intro: Ace Hood] Real life, Ace Hoooood We the motherf**in' best - HUH! (Lil bro, ya know I gotcha) [Chorus: Ace Hood (Lil Wayne)] I made my way from the bottom, and I'm grindin' I wake up every morning lookin' for commas Bout my dollars; I'm goin' all out And that's on my mama, on my mama (yeeeah) Cause we outchea (we outchea), we outchea (we outchea) Ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin'), cause we outchea (cause we outchea) And we outchea (and we outchea), we outchea (we outchea) Grindin' all damn night, cause we outchea [Ace Hood] Everyday that I'm wakenin', I'mma say my prayers (Amen) I'mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen) And I'mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a f** what they say Ain't no time to sleep, I get guap, ain't no Jordan's in the shoe box Ain't no roof that came with that drop, chase that paper youngin' don't stop n***a I was born and raised in that jungle, tryin' to get my f**in' in, that's struggle f** that nine to five that don't cut, ain't no job I guess that's my luck Yeah, n***a outchea in safe date, tryin' to triple what I made today This one right here is for my real n***as and bad b**hes who gettin' cake Count it up til your thumbs hurt, put fam second and God first Hatin' n***as ain't phasin' me; you couldn't walk a mile in my foot work [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Money over the best p**y The blind hear me, the deaf lookin' When opportunity knock I run out the back door sh** I thought it was the cops Damn, I f** the b**h with a broom stick The same broom I didn't clean my room with Stay on my toes, no ballet Shout out my Zoe's, sak pase I'm twisted weed in my mansion, I go dumb in alumni Stanford Remember when moms couldn't afford Pampers, now she trying to avoid cameras All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F. for Fortunate I came up from that bottom, now I'm richer than chocolate Lil Tunechi [Chorus] [Ace Hood] I say another day, another dollar, thank the Lord for my praying mama Watching back in this cold world cause everybody won't see tomorrow Money callin' and I'm motivated, k** the beat, its pre-meditated Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated Say any day I'mma go get it, pair of J's and my Florida fitted Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit Young n***a trying to feed the fail, hatin' on me I don't give a damn Out here like what n***a? You don't get the picutre like Instagram Hundred dollars to a couple grand, couple grand to a hundred bands Hundred bands to those big M's, and my weight up like six gyms I'm outchea and I mean that; We The Best, where my team at? Bad vibes I don't need that, I'da come too far to be lookin' back [Chorus] [Outro: Lil Wayne] YOUNG MULA BAAAY-BAAAY! Ace Hood, n***a f** these lil b**h a** n***as