Cash Flow - Ace Hood, Rick Ross, T-Pain

We the best Def Jam

I introduce you to Ace;

Ace, let’s get money!

(Cash flow) Haha, it’s too easy, nigga

(Bank roll) We don’t count money no mo, we weight that shit

Let’s get it

Aye, knock knock, bang bang, where the cash at?

If you ain’t got it, leave you bloody like a Tampax

Come up swinging at you thugs Aflac

Then I fall in the suede black Maybach

See, I’m back for the money like I left that

See I be running on the route where the cash go (where the cash go)

And any nigga interfering with the cash flow

See, you can get pumped on like a Citgo

Make his body bounce bounce like a 64

Tall clips, chrome lips, see the big gold

I’m a duffle bag boy like I move coke

Big crack through the music so the flow dope

I keep my money over bitches til the door close

I need money like a bitch need dick mo'

I’m trying to see it like a motherfucking cash flow

Rubber bands in my pants, understand, bankroll

I’ll tell you one thing, don’t play about mine

I be banging on your front door with the nine

I’ma come see ya (See ya, oh)

I’ma come see ya (See ya, yeah)

I need all my dough not a dollar short

And if you don’t have it then you got to go

I’ma come see ya (Hey)

We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that

Cash flow, I need it on time

I’m talking bank roll — my money, my money, my money

Cash flow, I need it on time

I’m talking bank roll — my money, my money, my money

And where my money?

Young nigga’s gotta have that

Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag

Pockets fat like I’m carrying a backpack

A couple grand for the Louis band knapsack

Understand I’m the man who you can’t match

Money man minivan full of brown bags

Bet a grand, any man never top that

Touch money and the gat pop those straps

Get in the Coupe and the top drop right back

I ain’t playing, creep your avenue and I’ll blast

Bust shots like a New Year’s Day blast

And I ride all day like a bus pass

Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow

Kick doors, wave 4's, where the cash go (where the cash go)

I’m trying to see it like a motherfucking cash flow

Rubber bands in my pants, understand, bankroll

I’ll tell you one thing, don’t play about mine

I be banging on your front door with the nine

I’ma come see ya (See ya, oh)

I’ma come see ya (See ya, yeah)

I need all my dough not a dollar short

And if you don’t have it then you got to go

I’ma come see ya (Hey)

We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that

Cash flow, I need it on time

I’m talking bank roll — my money, my money, my money

Cash flow, I need it on time (Ace, I see you nigga, Trilla)

I’m talking bank roll — my money, my money, my money

You M.O.B, now, nigga, you untouchable

Big money in the dope hole

See the beamers when you pull up in the dope home (my money)

Seventeen and he got his own kilo

Running green, nigga living like Nino

Ridin' clean wax hit me for the c note

It ain’t green, get it back with tha C loc

Momma dead broke, daddy fucked up

I’ma make them come and hit me with the RICO

God damn it, I’m still in the dope spot

Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car?

Gold shoes, stepping out with a dope bitch

Cartel, so she gotta suck four dicks

ID me, V.I.P

DJ Khaled, M.O.B

Girls so hot, Ace so cold

Taking bets, Ace won’t fold

I’ll tell you one thing, don’t play about mine

I be banging on your front door with the nine

I’ma come see ya (See ya, oh)

I’ma come see ya (See ya, yeah)

I need all my dough not a dollar short

And if you don’t have it then you got to go

I’ma come see ya (Hey)

We put our hands in the sky let em know that we 'bout that

Cash flow, I need it on time

I’m talking bank roll — my money, my money, my money

Cash flow, I need it on time

I’m talking bank roll — my money, my money, my money

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