Can't See Y'all

[Intro - Ace Hood] Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Hook - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] 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 [Brisco] 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] [Ace Hood] 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 [Brisco] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Brisco] I'm looking for a hood rat, call her Stacy She cuss real bad, and she steal from Macy*s I want her so bad, please someone pace me Try and say a hater will soon come hate me Bocce boy, bocce boy, these chopps hit is bocce boy Bag his ass up E-Class, keep the party going Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0 Ride till I die, tell them niggas come and see po' [Ace Hood] And I'mma come see him blast like an airbag Make his body bounce, bounce, twenty five shell count Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with fifty missiles Leave you living with the dead, understand that? I got some bitches and niggas that wanna bandwag I double up with the jewels and let my pants sag A hundred stacks in the bag, now where the cash at? Yes, I'm blind so you haters like a cataract [Hook] [Ace Hood & Brisco - Verse 3] [Brisco] What it do, what it is See I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids I'm home gutter, gangster, projects I know the block hot, but I'mma open up regardless [Ace Hood] Yeah, and damn right that coupe going topless Vacant on the I, we do a 105 Me and Bris about cash we let it blow in the sky Not let's blow money, never had more money [Brisco] Now I'm the shit, believe that (Whoa!) I know I got paper I just want a little more I know you bitches talking, so just talk a little more Because baby I'm me, and y'all niggas hoes Let's go [Ace Hood] And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got them See, I am just a product, receiving all profit See niggas want to hate, tell them "Silly rabbit, stop it" See, me and Bris stars outer space like Martians [Hook]