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 grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view Cash flow 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 me to the life of funk driver slow as fuck On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire (boss) 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 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 grass 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 Tuck A nigga, young and rich, who feel like can't be touched Forty stacks for the shades, so I can't see much Unless you get the dollars, still talking cash flow Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10 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 grass 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 To seek 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, would you fucking with the franchise? I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave niggas your first start up Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my thought off It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off Now you shit, nigga, 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 grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

Biggest in the Game Biggest at the dinner Rozay and Carnage Fat boys in the building Fat boys at the Back Bounce in the buckles Belly's a bubble But the way I'ma fuck you She gon' tell me I love you These niggas keep testing Just a new hole in the desert I'm texting my reverend Please recite Psalms twenty-seven If you seen how I'm living You would think I was a villain Got my niggas deported guilty for making a killing Keep your hands off the cage boy I'm the one to put you on the front page boy Don't see none of these niggas Rozay's repertoire Professions of a hustler I pray I see tomorrow Duffle bags heavy got me on this Ross fit Never catch me slipping cause I keep my marksmen

Maybach Music! There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe And I'm still whipping up a kilo There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in It's P-I Double "L" Professional Shit Kicka Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa Pies flyin out Them zips they grew wings Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking Ground basing jumping over cars they Blake Griffin Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight lifting See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip I can show you how crack flip While I'm loading that Mac clip Catch em loading that mack truck I'll unload til his back drip All I know is I'm stacked up And when I'm back them packs in There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in One Hundred in I'm on my Gucci shit Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich Maserati, boy I got two of them Same color boy I just got two of them 10 Chains see I'm one nigmae nigga I'm a whip it just to spend it nigga Blew a mill ticket One night at King Of Diamonds Me and Puff Daddy Bitch I'm the king of Diamonds Small Change that's what we call that A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat I'm on the mound, I got a pound My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in This that namco yay Pacman what we selling Got these J's chasing rocks Like they chasing power pellets Met this lady named Eselis Say she nag for some terrace But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly And these niggas dancing in these mask don't want stage credit Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready OKAY Then And quit flexing like the soda sack Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks Pink city representa thought I told you that There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in Maybach Music!

Got a mind full of TNT I need a lunatic just like me Paint the sky with a brush fire, yeah Like la la la la, la I got a mind like Columbine, yeah A vigilante, I'm volatile I pick and choose like Duck Duck Goose I'm close ties that you shouldn't cut loose I just want someone that I can trust Baby, is that you—is that us? I know it's dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, ha This shit's gotta be criminal, ha The way I keep killing you Though I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah The way I keep killing you, yeah She say, "Hello, hell, you're such a blessing" I know, way too well, now I'm finessing, her Just plead the fifth if you're ever questioned, girl You see, I just want someone that I can trust Baby, is that you—is that us? I know I'm dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, ha This shit's gotta be criminal, ha The way I keep killing you Though I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah (Sometimes you just gonna lean on it) The way I keep killing you, yeah Conversations elevated when she fell in love Stepping on her, said he did her like a dirty rug Feeling played, underpaid, like she was Satchel Paige Every day she had to find a way to find a way Self-esteem is what emotions feed (Facts) Dry land and get to travel the Seven Seas Kaepernick of my city, little homie, take a knee Taking you to places selfies get taken at least Criminal thoughts (Boss), an angel in the flesh (Yes) It feels like we floating when we really having sex (Yes!) Her words be so potent, scribbled 'em on my chest (Yes) Motivation is morning, shorty, and I confess I'm holding you close, that's 'til the day I rest I gave her a hundred, stuffed it all in her dress Motion picture, we them young mogul niggas Here's a toast to the ones who knew us before the riches Gunplay, gunfire, grave death, stolen moments (Cheers) 5150 and lawless hearts Raging and reckless You know, love at loss Summer nights summer stay ready with the getaway 5150 and lawless hearts Who could stop us, babe? The world is ours, yeah I just want someone that I can trust Is that you—is that us? I know I'm dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, yeah This shit's gotta be criminal The way I keep killing you You say I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah The way I keep killing you, yeah (Ooooah ooo) Miguel, it's going down in history once again (Oh, my love) Oh, my love Oh, my love (Ooooah ooo, Ooooah ooo)