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(Intro)
Ace
You know I think its every young nigga to come from the bottom to the top
being in the dirt
Counting the

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a clip
Counting this fucking money, did with no scholarship
I all that money talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like what that pussy parked
Got hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to with the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are
All my are riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, that's my daily
Fuck bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm overseas, I'll be in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for
I need the cover of Forbes with We Da Best on the
I'm mane, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, yummm', fucker fast
Nigga with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit piling, partner by any means
fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
Hopping out coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was seventeen
I put it on mama, dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them was hating, still I was skating in that Mossolin
Oh I mo say
It's money over bitches, what my claim
Probably in the with my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the number nine J's
I be balling, small ding what I mean
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your
I'm a savage, with karats
Came from the of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see people
'Bout figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my left me young, I ran up out of fear
And it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow chopper through your chest to show you shit is real

(Outro)
Show you shit is
to 7 new
Starvation 2 on the way
up
Moun up
We da best be that ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,