Gutta Ace Hood (Ft. Trick Daddy)

[Intro: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood!
See I want to introduce you to my block
I want to introduce you to my hood
I want to introduce you to the gutter

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
I’m making money, oh what a feeling
Ask me how I get I just tell em mind your business
Cause mine is problems, all kind of problems
Ask me if I care, I say fuck it I’m from the bottom
Nigga I’m gutta (than a motherfucker)
Nigga I’m gutta (than a motherfucker)
I’m out the door, in the vert
Pistol on my left tryna get to work
Nigga I’m gutta (than a motherfucker)
Nigga I’m gutta (than a motherfucker)
If you think it ain’t, name the place
I leave you ass stitched with your bitchy face

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Any nigga want to know I’m gutta
I be running on the block by trouble
Young nigga, big clip in a bundle
Black keys, big ki's in a duffel
Bag, that’s full of that cash
And full of that grass, and full of them mags
That bitch, she holding that stash
And holding that cash, the men on that ass
I grab work then I'm into that Jag
The black flag just to go with that [?]
And I don’t really give a fuck who mad
I leave a nigga in a body bag
Cause I’m gutta, you don’t want to [?]
A street nigga, real nigga, I’m that
Ace Hood and I’m all about cash
If you touch that stack, tell em that’s your last