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Lyrics by: Ace Hood, Future, Rick Ross
# Debut Chart
9 Feb '13 R&B
33 Mar '13 Hot 100


[Future] We the motherfuckin' best nigga Ace Hood It's Over, Future

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[CHORUS] [Future] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti [Ace Hood] Niggas be hatin' I'm rich as a bitch 100 K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch You and your model put that on the list Oh there he go in that foreign again Killin' the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow or choke Hit her and go home and call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin' some shit with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't handle afford it 4, 200 My mortgage Ballin' on niggas like Kobe Fuck all you haters you bore me Only the real get a piece of the plate Reppin' my city I'm runnin' my state Give me a pistol then run with the K's Niggas want beef then I visit ya place Bang! [repeat CHORUS] [Ace Hood] Yeah, and I'm at it again There go that flow bringin' tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent Niggas is sweepin' them cavities in Countin' money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins Niggas is squares, cabin and pens Neck full of Gold Olympian shit Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear Fall on some pussy then hop on the Lear Shot with them choppers back of the rear Sak pase' them killers is here Woke up early morning, mind is tellin' me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Billionaire nigga no rumor Livin' my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real niggas only enjoyin' the feast Pull up a seat, bon appetite No Louboutins put that red on your feet Bang [repeat CHORUS] [Rick Ross] Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin' Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation Walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin' careifree That's why I hustle for half a key that's 12 G's I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-League Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet Left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill Yeah [repeat CHORUS]


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