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[Chorus - Schife]
Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with the cake Then I hit the strip club Going loco with the cake Glittered up my wrist Going loco with the cake Went and Guccied up my bitch Going loco with the cake Repping five with the pimps Going loco with the cake I put on my whole team Going loco with the cake [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Aye You don't want to start a food fight Get your attitude right Before I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like Who that is? Ace Hood You ain't know that's Ace Hood? Ask around in every project they say that boy face good Put the Range Rover on them 24's I skate good Especially with the paper ice, all over my Ace Hood Chain, fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me Good brain! Take the package up the temple come back home and get, paid! Seven days up out the week a nigga got to get, paid! Quit your hating, get on your job, and hoe you can get, paid! Like Ace, like who? Like me nigga That's why every bitch you trying to fuck like me nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] I rep this pot like it's chemistry Got an F in chemistry Took the white and turned it green Now that's what I call chemistry That's what I call, Enterprise Call my work, The Enterprise Twenty junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise Smoking in my spaceship, floating through the galaxy They calling me a shooting star, leave hoes off through your calvery Gangsters, goons, and killers only niggas on my salary They all got charges pending Murder, burglaries, and batteries Niggas trying to battle me, end up finding they tragedy Laided out on the floor and breathing fast and looking up at me (Up at me) Play me in your Chevy when you scrambling Ruthless than a motherfucker with hundred grand on me [Chorus] [ Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Aye You can call me Mister Cash Flow Money out the asshole Thugging getting paper, what you think that Louis bag hoe? Pull up in that stoopid whip Hundred for the stoopid wrist Stoopid this, stoopid that, loco with the money bag Lamborghini Murcielag', girl you got to stoopid that Gucci this, Louis that, riding with them paper tags And my bitch she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis, Gucci bag All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys, Phantoms back to back Twenty grand I'll show you going low and tell them holler back Pain you a dummy, blow about thirty on a whip and then Swing on them 30's I drop the top on them verties Switch lanes, on them haters, I'm throwing paper to make them spend [Chorus] |
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