Cash Flow Ace Hood (Ft. Rick Ross & T-Pain)

[Intro: DJ Khaled, T-Pain & Rick Ross]
We the best Def Jam
I introduce you to Ace; Ace, let's get money!!
(Cash flow) Haha, it's too easy, nigga
(Bank roll) We don't count money no mo, we weight that shit
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Aye, knock knock, bang bang, where the cash at?
If you ain't got it, leave you bloody like a Tampax
Come up swinging at you thugs Aflac
Then I fall in the suede black Maybach
See, I'm back for the money like I left that
See I be running on the route where the cash go (where the cash go)
And any nigga interfering with the cash flow
See, you can get pumped on like a Citgo
Make his body bounce bounce like a 64
Tall clips, chrome lips, see the big gold
I'm a duffle bag boy like I move coke
Big crack through the music so the flow dope
I keep my money over bitches til the door close
I need money like a bitch need dick mo'
I'm trying to see it like a motherfucking cash flow
Rubber bands in my pants, understand, bankroll

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I'll tell you one thing, don't play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the nine
I'ma come see ya (See ya, oh)
I'ma come see ya (See ya, yeah)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don't have it then you got to go
I'ma come see ya (Hey)
We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that
Cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money
Cash flow, I need it on time
I'm talking bank roll - my money, my money, my money