Ace Hood - We On - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.01.2012

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[Verse 1] Ok, I walk in the party, Mister Swag, so gnarly With a bad Spanish mami, better ask somebody Yeah that's my Maserati, going HAM no salami That's yo chick? If I like it then I'm straight bogarting In the club, where the bottles? That Rosé, no Moscato They see me, models follow, ass clap, ah bravo I be wiling my nigga See my jewels they six figures Fuck your girl and her friend I'm a dog I do figure Chilling with my click and I puff that loud She don't want to fuck then I tell that bitch bye Heart so cold why waste my time Twenty on that wrist cause I like that shine Fuck you niggas who hate on mine Credit card will not decline Missionary, no not me, I like that pussy from behind Bitch I'm ballin' every day it's like somebody pressed rewind All my niggas came from nothing, mandatory that we shine Private planein' no complainin' if I happen to recline Same nigga that they doubted an I'm gladly gon' remind Made a million of my hunger, that's just solely my reply Cause we the best, shit ain't a lie [Hook] Had to bring the money home I had to bring the money home Mo'fucker we on Had to bring the money home Mo'fucker we on Had to bring the money home Kay, now catch me in your city wit a clique of niggas wit me Couple bitches gettin' tipsy Celebrating cause we winnin', we on (x8) I go so hard, niggas already know Still in the club when it closed at 4 Birthday girl gon' drop it low Let's make a toast to never broke Cause we on (x8) [Verse 2] Okay now one for the money, shawty two for the fuck of it Pull up in on some shit that just might destroy all your confidence Meet a bitch n' hit it quick n' never know her government I been rockin' Hermez and that "H" don't stand for hooligan High boy, I fly high, nigga blast off You goof, truth, loose, goose. Prove you ain't cotton soft We on, we on, way to keep on, bring on All these cases of that aces bring her back to my oasis Takin' shots after shots like I'm bustin' of that 44 Man, that Ciroc got me feeling like I overdosed Livin' with my niggas, celebrating, rockin' hella gold Ring, hella big you would think I won a Super Bowl Yeah we in the building, why the fuck you think it's super swoll? Tell the DJ "bring it back" and show 'em what we really on All these women love me cause they know we young and money long Mama told me "get it", so I had to bring the money home [Hook]
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