Can’t See Y’all Ace Hood (Ft. Brisco)

[Intro: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood, homie
Gutta
Gutta
Ace Hood
Brisco, let's go

[Chorus: Ace Hood & Brisco]
Just cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches all on my dick
And these niggas ain't know shit
Rolling on them thangs
Another one's next
Hater blockers is on, they can't tell me shit because
Cause I don't see y'all
Cause I don't see y'all
Cause I don't see y'all
Cause I don't see y'all
Nigga get on my level!

[Verse 1: Ace Hood & Brisco]
A to the C to the E to the H double O D
Bitch I'm raised up in the streets
Keep it G-U-T-T-A
For my niggas serving yay
Moving weight and serving packages that pack it in the crate
We don't count that cash every duffle gets weighed
Big money I'm paid, bitch I'm feeling myself
You can tell I'm getting money Louis Vuitton belt
And I wish a nigga would make a move himself
See I don't get money
It's coming out my ass
And I don't fuck with hoes if they ain't about cash
Opa Locka goon, four Chevys and a dirtbike
I open up my trap
But took it back on the first night
Catch me in a Porsche
Or maybe on the porch
And we don't get jailed because we don't go to court
Yeah, nigga stunting
Your homeboy fronting
Talking that shit but
He ain't about nothing