Ace Hood – Cash Flow Lyrics

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F[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, nigga}
(Bank roll) {we don't count money no mo, we weight that shit}
{Let's get it}

[Ace Hood]
Eh 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 dat
See I be runnin on the route where the cash go (where the cash go)
And any nigga interfering with the cash flow
So he 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 threw tha music so the flow dope
I keep my money ova bitches til the door close
I need money like a bitch need dick mo
I'm tryna see it like a motherfuckin castro
Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

[Hook: T-Pain]
I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine
I be bangin on your front door wit the nine

I'mma come see ya (see ya)
I'mma come see ya (see ya)

I need all my dough not a dolla short
And if you don't have it then you gotta go
I'mma come see ya (see ya)
We put our hands in the sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talkin bank roll - my money, my money, my money
Cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talkin bank roll - my money, my money, my money

[Ace Hood]
And where my money young niggas 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 louie band napsack
Understand I'm the man who you can't match
Moneyman minivan full of brown bags
Better grand anyman never top that
Cause money and the gat pop those straps
Getting loot in the top drop right back
I ain't playin creep ya avenue and I'll blast
Bust shots like a new year day blast
And I ride all day like a buss pass
Grindin 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 motherfuckin castro
Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
Ace, I see you nigga
Trilla, you M.O.B now nigga
You untouchable

Big money in the dope hole
See the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money)
Seventeen and he got his own kilo
Running green nigga living like Nino
Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note
It ain't green get it back with tha c loc
Momma dead broke daddy fucked up
I'ma make them come and hit me with the RICO
God dammnit I'm still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch
Cartel so she gotta suck four dicks
ID me, VIP
DJ Khaled, M.O.B
Girls so hot Ace so cold
Takin' bets, Ace won't fold

[Hook]

[Outro]
Hey, we go by The Runners.. just incase you forgot
We did it again...

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