Rick Ross - Cash Flow lyrics

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Rick Ross - Cash Flow lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled, T-Pain & Rick Ross] We the best Def Jam I introduce you to Ace; Ace, let's get money!! (Cash flow) Haha, it's too easy, n***a (Bank roll) We don't count money no mo, we weight that sh** Let's get it [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Aye, knock knock, bang bang, where the cash at? If you ain't got it, leave you bloody like a Tampax Come up swinging at you thugs Aflac Then I fall in the suede black Maybach See, I'm back for the money like I left that See I be running on the route where the cash go (where the cash go) And any n***a interfering with the cash flow See, you can get pumped on like a Citgo Make his body bounce bounce like a 64 Tall clips, chrome lips, see the big gold I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke Big crack through the music so the flow dope I keep my money over b**hes til the door close I need money like a b**h need dick mo' I'm trying to see it like a motherf**ing cash flow Rubber bands in my pants, understand, bankroll [Hook: T-Pain] I'll tell you one thing, don't play about mine I be banging on your front door with the nine I'ma come see ya (see ya) I'ma come see ya (see ya) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you got to go I'ma come see ya (see ya) We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that Cash flow, I need it on time I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money Cash flow, I need it on time I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money [Verse 2: Ace Hood] And where my money? Young n***a's gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the Louis band knapsack Understand I'm the man who you can't match Money man minivan full of brown bags Better grand, any man never top that Touch money and the gat pop those straps Get in the Coupe and the top drop right back I ain't playing, creep your avenue and I'll blast Bust shots like a New Year's Day blast And I ride all day like a bus pa** Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors, wave 4's, where the cash go (where the cash go) I'm trying to see it like a motherf**ing cash flow Rubber bands in my pants, understand, bankroll [Hook: T-Pain] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Ace, I see you n***a Trilla, you M.O.B now n***a You untouchable Big money in the dope hole See the beamers when you pull up in the dope home (my money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green, n***a living like Nino Riding clean, wax sitting for the C note It ain't green, get it back with tha C loc Momma dead broke, daddy f**ed up I'ma make them come and hit me with the RICO God damn it, I'm still in the dope spot Why the f** you think I pull up in a dope car? Gold shoes, stepping out with a dope b**h Cartel, so she gotta s** four dicks ID me, V.I.P DJ Khaled, M.O.B Girls so hot, Ace so cold Taking bets, Ace won't fold [Hook: T-Pain] [Outro] Hey, we go by The Runners... just in case you forgot We did it again...