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(Intro)
Ace
You know I think its every young nigga dream to come the bottom to the top
From being in the
Counting the

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a clip
Counting fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all money talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, look what that pussy parked
Got that demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are
All my are riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, no top on the Jeep
Tell them I'm overseas, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We Da Best on the
I'm going mane, nigga my ass
These niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't mad
I my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit piling, that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was the streets since I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was in that Mossolin
Oh I mo say
It's money over bitches, what my claim
Probably in the whip with my little Spanish
All day, in the back of the number nine J's
I be balling, small ding know I mean
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and liquor
I'm the type of do you first and then your sister
I'm a savage, with karats
Came the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead
'Bout them figures, squeeze them I'm just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you and clear
And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of
And when it come to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper your chest to show you shit is real

(Outro)
Show you shit is
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Starvation 2 on the way
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Moun up
We da be that logo ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,