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Ace Hood - Go N Get It

Blood sweat tears
Ace Hood
I do it

Money the rule of evil
Guess I'm the devilin
Bad bullet their faces like the x thing
Honey get it better custom made barreras
How about that paper chair
How about that people lover
Tell em get a low, low as death
Big face and a racks uphill
Don't ground ni**a don't shine
F-ck yall gotta get mine
Big dough, big money you're mine
Runnin like to the sun up rise
Money ain't never sleep
Got back up under my eyes
Just know I gotta get it
Mama very sickly put some expect to the
That's just what heaven sent me
God fairy ni**a this I who in the flesh
Who won't let my people sore
God bless my soul to rest

Ok now run run with the rocket
Ni**a tryin to steal my flowder
Thank you for the drama
We the best will be that local
Ok black upon my dough sh*t
Slidin on in them two six
Lifes do, run false, baby sees thats real
Ni**a just no doubt no oust you
Talk my noe was outfeel
Won't sh*t niggas p-ssy, yeah i'm talkin paps smear
No doubt me as my d-ck-o, tryin get my mom on roll
And I'm put my rim on benz-o,
Get in the h-e with the punch low
I'm sick and tired of cryin, tired of dimes
Look in her in her eyes but I know your sun gonna rise
'Cause I'm a God fearin ni**a cause I am in the flash
Who won't let my family starve god bless my soul to rest