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