lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down(down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride
heard me? clothes off face down ass up c'mon shorty you roll with the winners right ya heard me? you see now me i got my money right ya heard me? i'm
me Don't care what nobody say I got a hundred, don't call me I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (Be me) Stay hood stay raised in the streets (Cause
clock Facing a hundred years, me and Jordan got the same shot Carolina blue, California green Jump for the white, getcho frilly sheets Ace Hood, they go crazy when I'm in your city Ace Hood
You aint figured out I am the reason that she canceling I be at the parties, where you stuck outside and can't get in call me ron burgundy, yall the
one. Ol' New Jack ass niggas. All you muthafuckas this what I want you niggas to do. Check it out. Turn it up turn it up Umm pump up up the beat and
that TEC on me Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me Spending twenty at the bar, whole club, that's on me Hunt it out, call it out, count
heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in ya head In ya head nigga, Young Gudda, Ace Hood homie And I'ma ball like a dawg and I'm never gone fall You can call me
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
up Call my ace up nigga pay him on his way up I told him bring the eight's up and someone bring the K's up Comin' straight up, somebody block gettin
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 you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
[Intro - Ace Hood] Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Chorus - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] Because I got my cash on check My swag
[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
Hot head now they calling me Folgers But still creep in Adidas with them heaters and them meters When I see where your family at Pop pop, just call me Ace
said I wouldn't homie Look at me now yeah, I'm laughing at you non-believers And screaming "Gutta!" while I'm balling every fucking season I used to pass up my CD me
never know when I slide up Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D. King of diamonds that's me nigga No you bitches
, hoes get dug, foes get slugs, just because Wanna bring it to me right way, face to face When you see me get ya lie straight, it's high stakes Goin' up
