by Ace Hood (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro: Ace Hood]
Real life, Ace Hoooood
We the motherfuckin’ best huh
[Bridge: Ace Hood]
I made my way from the bottom
And I’m grindin’
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas
‘Bout my dollars
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama, on my mama (on my mama)
[Hook: Ace Hood x Lil Wayne]
Cause we outchea, we outchea,
We outchea we outchea
Aint no sleepin’ (aint no sleepin’)
Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
We outchea (cause we outchea)
Cause we outchea (we outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Everyday that I’m wakenin’, I’mma say my prayers (Amen)
I’mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Aint no time to sleep, I get guap
Aint no Jordan’s in the shoe box
Aint no roof that came with that drop
Chase that paper youngin’ dont stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
Trying to get my fuckin’ in, that’s struggle
Fuck that nine to five that don’t cut
Aint no job I guess thats my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date
Trying to triple what I made today
This one right here is for my real niggas
And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
Count it up til your thumbs hurt
Put fam second and God first
Hatin’ niggas aint phasin’ me
You couldn’t walk a mile in my foot work
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’
When opportunity knock I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops, damn
I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom I didn’t clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out me Zoe’s, sapa say
I’m twisted weed in my mansion
I go dumb in alumni Stanford
Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers
Now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings
Weezy F. for fortunate
I came up from that bottom
Now I’m richer than chocolate, Lil Tunechi
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
I say another day, another dollar
Thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watching back in this cold world
‘Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow
Money callin’ and I’m motivated
Kill the beat, its pre-meditated
Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day I’mma go get it
Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted
Quittin’ not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fail
Hatin’ on me I dont give a damn
Out here like what nigga?
You don’t get the picutre like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand
Couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to those big M’s
And my weight up like six gyms
I’m outchea and I mean that
We The Best where my team at?
Bad vibes I dont need that
I’da come to far to be lookin’ back
[Bridge]
[Hook]
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