Get Money

[Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross] [A]I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas [R]I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their hands up [A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up [R]I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin' their grands up [A]Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga [Verse 1: Ace Hood & Rick Ross] 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 debut Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to) You wanna ride you can't be actin' 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 fuckin' thug Money on my mind imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me 10 to life therefore I'm driving slow as fuck On the road to riches feelin' 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 [Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross] [A]I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas [R]I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their hands up [A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up [R]I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin' their grands up [A]Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga [Verse 2: Rick Ross & Ace Hood] Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up Hundred on the chain bitch I think I'm King Tut 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 talkin' 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 starin' 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 fuckin' hood ain't a damn thang change us [Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross] [A]I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas [R]I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their hands up [A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up [R]I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin' their grands up [A]Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga [Verse 3: Ace Hood & Rick Ross] Shit shit, and I'm a gettin' 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 ho 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 talkin' funny would you fucking with the franchise I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave you 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 [Chorus: Ace Hood & Rick Ross] [A]I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas [R]I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their hands up [A]I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up [R]I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin' their grands up [A]Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga