[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
They told me "Where you getting money? Boy them n***as hate"
Taught to trust nobody other than my .38
f** a n***a, petty weight
It's just me and all this money I'll be okay
Hustle hard, each and every day
Thinking of a master plan, accumulating cake
Very rapid pace, motherf**er bang
IRS be watching, stash it in the safe
Never trust a n***a, even in his face
Catch him stealing from me, that's another case
Prices on your head, show up to your weight
Cold blooded k**er, one more to the face
Don't nobody side, f** who got away
Happy Meal clips, have a nice day
Money is the motive, nothing mediocre
Keep that p**y popping, like a canned soda
Let her ride the dick, come and be my chauffeur
Heavy money piles, I need a bulldozer
So keep away the hate, I can't stand the odor
I'm just getting started, Indy try and told them
[Chorus - Ace Hood]
They told me "Were you getting money? Boy them n***as hate"
Me and Ballgreezy get this sh** by any way
Real n***as, f** with us
We'll be bucking in this b**h until they come get us
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
I wish a n***a would
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
The whole hood want him
[Verse 2 - Ballgreezy]
f** the other side, b**h I'm going ham
Pocket full of bands, so rock your head, yeah!
Coconut, and it taste good, Ballgreezy and Ace Hood
Big pistols, and blowing reefer
Up in this b**h, because my face good
Me and my n***as make movies
Going down about my foolish
Hell naw, you can't hit the weed
Or make the drink, b**h keep it moving
Around here, it's G-code
Ask around, the streets know
Love f**ing them freak hoes
With a fat a** and a deep throat
My outfit, is so shaw
My shoe game, is so hard
Stomp with the groupies
Sitting n***a that's your hoe job
The music all the way turned up
Rosay getting poured up
My cellphone keep blowing up
By the bad b**h that I'm going to f**
My shades on, and they real dawg
My ice shining real hard
n***as acting real hard, that beef sh**, and we'll solve
Pop up with that loose sh**, thinking that I ain't going to do sh**
Thinking I ain't going to shoot sh**
Won't give a f** about who hit
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ace Hood]
Okay, I'm gone off of tequila
Hopping out of that Regal
24's on my whip
Toasting my neck colder than freezers
I'm turned up with my top down
Bad b**h and she turn around
Ass fat and I dick her down
f** her free like I'm sights or sounds
And b**h I'm heavy balling
Nicknamed Mister Spalding
Momma told me k** them, dead man walking
Riding with that reefer, rip through any carca**
It's We the Best forever, b**h I'm just now getting started
Hold up
[Chorus]