Choo Choo - M.O.B. lyrics

[Intro] At the end of the day my n***a I do this sh** for my family And my n***as dawg You feel me? [Hook] Lord knows I'm a go getter Lord knows I'm a go getter I chase that money every 24 I chase that money every 24 Lord knows I'll always be a real n***a Lord knows I'll never be a f** n***a I chase that money every 24 Money over b**hes, you know how it go [Verse 1: Ace Hood] You lookin at the hottest n***a in the city f** the city, hottest n***a in my state Free the n***a Boosie Boo, I hope he beat the case Keepin blunted and counting money, n***a that's every day Back and I'm on my block lookin like 100 bricks n***a don't want no problem, choppa catch a 50 Chain so disrespectful yall should slap my j**eler Walkin around this b**h, I think I'm with The Ruler Countin another mill, I'm screamin hallelujah Spit the type of dope that gets shipped out of Cuba Anybody want that work I got a clean cut My sh**' so potent you'll be high for 3 months Foreign cars, crib look like a f**in mall Hurt myself in sports but found a way to ball I pray you p**y n***as life a living hell f** that countin money, weigh it on a scale n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] So much people like that waitin on me to fail Answer to that question, coldest day in hell f** n***a talkin tough, gon make me take it there I move like a turtle mean I keep them shells Lost so many n***as to this f**in struggle RIP for Fif, he was like my f**in brother Runnin up and down them streets, in and off that Chevy Bubble Show a n***a getting that money, all we do is hustle Ain't no food in refrigerator nor the shelf Ain't no handouts here, I did this sh** myself Lil mam said that p**y good, I'm tryina see it then Guaranteed she bust it once she see the Benz Everyone knows I am a go getter Tryina stay away from all you f** n***as Aye like that boy be on some other sh** f** a hater, you can run and tell em this [Hook] [Verse 3: Choo Choo] All this cash, I can drink to a n***a Can't even fit in these jeans my n***a Won't give a damn, we gon flex on the hood Bit for you honey, I'm like the one that f**ed the police, I paid for the ticket Thrown bout 100 in the air, I admit it My bad, I ain't show no love Putting money over all these b**hes What you doin you lame we did it Now we going where these n***as can't go Stayed on gra** as long as they don't get it They'll get this, all they got like hoes I swear boy it ain't no different Well we won't get the same 24 I go hard every chance I get Stepped in the plane, thought all would be Rolls Aye don't mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks Slingin this paper right on these strippers How the club owner callin me by b**h I had, she was a'ight Last time at show she al that I really wanna tip drip That b**h no, she s** it to the max I paid for it, it ain't on the paper I been getting it since too easy I might blow ahead, make it back And I got summoned here for no reason I see you flashin for the night But guess what n***a we do this all season You could go and sit where you can watch me And then one of you n***as don't believe me That rough [Hook]