[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
[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
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