Know I might say YMCMB a lot
Itís ícause I love my squad
Shoutout to that We The Best music
Play that new Ace Hood!
Guess what? YMCMB!
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, now God thatís above, the only man who can judge
Flip a brick to a Benz, never reveal who the plug
Over money, I know some youngíins who turned on their blood
If niggasí bitches, just dig em ditches, thatís rule number one
Ainít never gonna turn on my niggas, I put that shit on my sister
Keep that ho when I ride, and Iím talking about my lil pistol
Thatís cause the streets hella cold
Most of my friends turn to foes
Some of these niggas are bitches
Most of these women be hoes
But I just stay on my grizzle, fuck we get money, niggas
Most these pussies just talk it, I really know me some killers
Donít even go there, donít even go there!
Most of my niggas labeled felons boy donít make em go there
I holler, fuck a man, that pussy shit you stand for
These people hate that I done made it, what you mad for?
Iím doing me, my truey jeans, is full of cash flow
And that real nigga shit the only thing I stand on
Iím out of my mind, Iím going 200 on the dash board
My whips so foreign, itís a must I keep my passport
My chopper gold, I mean that Trinidad James ho
In twenty jesus pieces, bury me with chains on, pussy!
Shoutout to that boy stunner!
Shoutout to that boy George Dukes!
Shoutout to my nigga Wayne!
Mac Man, I see you!
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
OK, now two jesus pieces running
These streets and my loafers
Every day Iím a hustler, I gotta meet my new quota
Rest in peace all my niggas, Iím trying to find me some closure
Niggas ainít who they say they are, itís íbout time expose em
Fresh and Iím in that new Lotus, I block the fake like a golie
Killing these niggas I promise, just wanted to send my condolence
Better know we out here, yeah boy, we out here
And it ainít no limes you know them couches, Iím paper counting
Them cowards piling
Take a trip overseas then come back and buy me beamer
Tippiní toe on the forges, thatís a new ballerina
Only eat up the pussy if you smell like a finna
Keep some shit in the trunk, that just might clear out arenas
Iím talkiní Starvation 2, the beast is back in the booth
I got that shit off the muscle, Iím only preaching the truth
I thank the Lord every morning, Iím not that boy on the corner
Got a crib big as walmart and ho Iím the owner, yeah!
[Outro: Ace Hood & Birdman]
Toe tag, nigga!
Trials and tribulations, the new album, 2013, nigga
We the hottest
We the bidness, nigga, we them niggas
Ya feel me?
(We got too much money to be fuckin around with yaíll niggas)
We the best!
(See sometimes you gotta understand)
(We donít personally have to come see you,
But we will have somebody personally to come see you)