[Intro: Ace Hood]
 Real life, Ace Hoooood
 We the motherfuckin’ best huh
[Bridge: Ace Hood]
 I made my way from the bottom
 And I’m grindin’
 I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas
 ‘Bout my dollars
 I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama, on my mama (on my mama)
[Hook: Ace Hood x Lil Wayne]
 Cause we outchea, we outchea, 
 We outchea we outchea
 Aint no sleepin’ (aint no sleepin’)
 Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
 We outchea (cause we outchea)
 Cause we outchea (we outchea)
 Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
 Everyday that I’m wakenin’, I’mma say my prayers (Amen)
 I’mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
 And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
 Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
 Aint no time to sleep, I get guap
 Aint no Jordan’s in the shoe box
 Aint no roof that came with that drop
 Chase that paper youngin’ don’t stop
 Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
 Trying to get my fuckin’ in, that’s struggle
 Fuck that nine to five that don’t cut
 Aint no job I guess that’s my luck
 Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date
 Trying to triple what I made today
 This one right here is for my real niggas
 And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
 Count it up til your thumbs hurt
 Put fam second and God first
 Hatin’ niggas aint phasin’ me
 You couldn’t walk a mile in my foot work
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
 Money over the best pussy
 The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’
 When opportunity knock I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops, damn
 I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
 The same broom I didn’t clean my room with
 Stay on my toes, no ballet
 Shout out me Zoe’s, sapa say
 I’m twisted weed in my mansion
 I go dumb in alumni Stanford
 Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers
 Now she trying to avoid cameras
 All I do is count my blessings
 Weezy F. for fortunate
 I came up from that bottom
 Now I’m richer than chocolate, Lil Tunechi
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
 I say another day, another dollar
 Thank the Lord for my praying mama
 Watching back in this cold world
 ‘Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow
 Money callin’ and I’m motivated
 Kill the beat, it’s pre-meditated
 Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
 Say any day I’mma go get it
 Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted
 Quittin’ not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
 Young nigga trying to feed the fail
 Hatin’ on me I don’t give a damn
 Out here like what nigga?
 You don’t get the picutre like Instagram
 Hundred dollars to a couple grand
 Couple grand to a hundred bands
 Hundred bands to those big M’s
 And my weight up like six gyms
 I’m outchea and I mean that
 We The Best where my team at?
 Bad vibes I don’t need that
 I’da come to far to be lookin’ back
[Bridge]
[Hook]
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