We Outchea Ace Hood (Ft. Lil Wayne)
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[Intro: Ace Hood & Lil Wayne]
Real life
Ace Hooooood, yea
We the motherfuckin’ best, huh?
Lil bro you know I got you
[Bridge: Ace Hood]
I made my way from the bottom and I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama
[Chorus: Ace Hood & Lil Wayne]
Yeahhhh
Cause we outchea (we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (ain’t no sleepin’)
Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Uh, everyday that I wake nigga, I’mma say my prayers (amen)
I’mma get on my grind dawg and my mama need a new crib (amen)
And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focused and get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap
Ain’t no Jordan’s in the shoe box
Ain’t no roof that came with that drop
Chase that paper, youngin’ don’t stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
Tryna to get my folk and them out that struggle
Fuck that nine to five, it don’t cut
Ain’t no job I guess that’s my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea and that's every day
Tryna triple what I made today
This one here for my real niggas
And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
Count it up till your thumbs hurt
Put fam second and God first
Hatin’ niggas ain’t phasin’ me
You couldn’t walk a mile in my footwear
Real life
Ace Hooooood, yea
We the motherfuckin’ best, huh?
Lil bro you know I got you
[Bridge: Ace Hood]
I made my way from the bottom and I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama
[Chorus: Ace Hood & Lil Wayne]
Yeahhhh
Cause we outchea (we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (ain’t no sleepin’)
Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Uh, everyday that I wake nigga, I’mma say my prayers (amen)
I’mma get on my grind dawg and my mama need a new crib (amen)
And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focused and get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap
Ain’t no Jordan’s in the shoe box
Ain’t no roof that came with that drop
Chase that paper, youngin’ don’t stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
Tryna to get my folk and them out that struggle
Fuck that nine to five, it don’t cut
Ain’t no job I guess that’s my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea and that's every day
Tryna triple what I made today
This one here for my real niggas
And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
Count it up till your thumbs hurt
Put fam second and God first
Hatin’ niggas ain’t phasin’ me
You couldn’t walk a mile in my footwear
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