Letra de Get Money (Feat. Rick Ross) - Ace Hood
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Ace Hood, Rosay
We the fucking best, Maybach
It's so incredible
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga
I'm like fresh outfit, blunts stay lit
And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit
Yeah I gave you a classic in my debut
Cashflow for the hoes I bought
(Straight to)
You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre foo'
N.W.A, I bet you Ace played you
Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights
And I'm with my big homie, Ricky, nigga, yeah right
Every minute that my heart pump blood
Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug
Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk
And it get 10-to-life that's why I'm driving slow as fuck
On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire
A got a couple mill, a couple more an' I'm really there
Haters talk around me fuck 'em like I really care
When we handle all our business, sorry, they were never there
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga
Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain, bitch, I think I'm King Tut
A nigga, young and rich, I feel I can't be touched
Fourty stacks for these shades, no, I can't see much
Unless it be the dollars, still talking cash flow
Thousand dollar bill, President Fidel Castro
Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10
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Ross cool as Ice Cube, dicky and the black chef
I'm in a heli chopper staring at the boat docks
Good weather, good weather means more flux
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear
I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear
More money means more Louis, carry on
When I touch your city you should see how hoes' carry on
Bitch, what's my name?
Ace fucking Hood, ain't a damn thang change us
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga
Shit, shit and I'm a getting money ass, nigga
Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
White squares that's equivalence of mo dough
I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo
I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho
Just hit me on my TMO, I get you mo slow
The good life beats side of my condo
You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though
Wooh, you talking funny, but you fucking with the franchise
I decide how much you form the shit we let ride
I gave niggas your first startup
Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my guard up
It's all good, need a hit, hit the guard up
Now you shit looking garbage
you's a rat, never build for this mob shit
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga
We the fucking best, Maybach
It's so incredible
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga
I'm like fresh outfit, blunts stay lit
And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit
Yeah I gave you a classic in my debut
Cashflow for the hoes I bought
(Straight to)
You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre foo'
N.W.A, I bet you Ace played you
Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights
And I'm with my big homie, Ricky, nigga, yeah right
Every minute that my heart pump blood
Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug
Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk
And it get 10-to-life that's why I'm driving slow as fuck
On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire
A got a couple mill, a couple more an' I'm really there
Haters talk around me fuck 'em like I really care
When we handle all our business, sorry, they were never there
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga
Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain, bitch, I think I'm King Tut
A nigga, young and rich, I feel I can't be touched
Fourty stacks for these shades, no, I can't see much
Unless it be the dollars, still talking cash flow
Thousand dollar bill, President Fidel Castro
Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/get-money--feat--rick-ross--ace-hood.php
Ross cool as Ice Cube, dicky and the black chef
I'm in a heli chopper staring at the boat docks
Good weather, good weather means more flux
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear
I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear
More money means more Louis, carry on
When I touch your city you should see how hoes' carry on
Bitch, what's my name?
Ace fucking Hood, ain't a damn thang change us
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga
Shit, shit and I'm a getting money ass, nigga
Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
White squares that's equivalence of mo dough
I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo
I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho
Just hit me on my TMO, I get you mo slow
The good life beats side of my condo
You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though
Wooh, you talking funny, but you fucking with the franchise
I decide how much you form the shit we let ride
I gave niggas your first startup
Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my guard up
It's all good, need a hit, hit the guard up
Now you shit looking garbage
you's a rat, never build for this mob shit
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Get money nigga, get money nigga