Cash Flow

We the Best, Def Jam I introduce you to Ace Ace, let's get money (Cash flow) Haha It's too easy nigga (bankroll) We don't count money no more We weigh that shit Ay, knock-knock, bang-bang Where the cash at? You ain't got it, leave you bloody like a Tampax 'Cause I'm shooting at you thugs Aflac Then I fall in the suede black Maybach See, I'm back for the money like I left that See, I be running on the route where the cash go And any nigga interfering with the cash flow See, you can get pumped on like a Citgo Make his body bounce bounce like a '64 Tall clips, chrome lips, see the big gold See I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke Spit crack through the music so the flow dope I keep it money over bitches 'til the door close I need money like a bitch need dick more I'm trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro Rubber bands in my pants, and a swift bankroll I'll tell you one thing don't play about mine I be banging on your front door with the .9 I'ma come see you (see you) I'ma come see you (see you) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you gotta go I'ma come see you (hey) We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that Cash flow I need it on time I'm, talking bank roll My money, my money, my money Cash flow I need it on time I'm talking bank roll My money, my money, my money And where my money? Young niggas got to have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the Louis band napsack Understand I'm the man who you can't match Money man minivan full of brown bags Bet a grand any man never top that Touch money and the gat pop those straps Get in the Coupe and the top drop right back I ain't playing, creep your avenue in all black Bust shots like a New Year day blast And I ride all day like a bus pass Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors wave .4's where the cash go I'm trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll I'll tell you one thing don't play about mine I be banging on your front door with the .9 I'ma come see you (see you) I'ma come see you (see you) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you gotta go I'ma come see you (hey) We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that Cash flow I need it on time I'm, talking bank roll My money, my money, my money Cash flow I need it on time I'm talking bank roll My money, my money, my money Big money in the dope hole See the Beamers when you pull up in the dope home (my money) 17 and he got his own kilo Burning green, nigga living like Nino Riding clean wax sitting for the C-note It ain't green get it back with tha C-loc Momma dead broke, daddy fucked up I'ma make 'em come and hit me with the RICO God damn it, 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 got to suck four dicks ID me, V.I.P, DJ Khaled, M.O.B. Girls so hot, Ace so cold, taking bets, Ace won't fold I'll tell you one thing don't play about mine I be banging on your front door with the .9 I'ma come see you (see you) I'ma come see you (see you) I need all my dough not a dollar short And if you don't have it then you gotta go I'ma come see you (hey) We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that Cash flow I need it on time I'm talking bank roll My money, my money, my money Cash flow I need it on time I'm talking bank roll My money, my money, my money Hey, we go by The Runners Just in case you forgot We did it again Ace