We the best def jam   I introduce you to ace   Ace let's get money      Cash flow... (haha)   It's too easy nigga (bankroll)   We don't count money no mo   We weight that shit      [Adlibs: Rick Ross]   Let's get it...      [Verse: Ace Hood]   Eh knock knock, bang bang   Where the cash at   If u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax   Come up swinging at you thugs aflac   Then I fall in the sway back may back   See I'm back for da money like I left dat   See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go)   And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like 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 threw tha music so the flow dope   I keep my money ova bitches til da door close   I need money like a bitch need dick mo   I'm tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll      [Chorus: T-Pain]   I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine   I be bangin on your front door with da nine   I'm a come see ya (see ya)   I'm a come see ya (see ya)   I need all my dough not a dolla short   And if u don't have it den u gotta go   I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands   In da sky let em kno dat we bout that   Cash flow... I need it on time I'm   Talkin bank roll my money my money my money   Cash flow... I need it   On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money...      [Verse: Ace Hood]   And where my money young niggaz 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 louie band napsack   Understand I'm the man who you can't match   Moneyman minivan full of brown bags   Better grand anyman never top that   Cause money and the gat pop those straps   Getting loot in the top drop right back   I ain't playin creep ya avenue and I'll blast   Bust shots like a new year day blast   And I ride all day like a buss pass   Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow   Kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go)   I'm trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro   Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll      [Chorus: T-Pain]   I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine   I be bangin on your front door with da nine   I'm a come see ya (see ya)   I'm a come see ya (see ya)   I need all my dough not a dolla short   And if u don't have it den u gotta go   I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands   In da sky let em kno dat we bout that   Cash flow... I need it on time I'm   Talkin bank roll my money my money my money   Cash flow... I need it   On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money...      [Adlibs: Rick Ross]   Ace I see you nigga   Trilla   You m o b now nigga   You untouchable      [Verse: Rick Ross]   Big money in the dope hole   See the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money)   Seventeen and he got his own kilo   Running green nigga living like nino   Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note   It ain't green get it back with tha c loc   Momma dead broke daddy fucked up   I'm a make them come and hit me with the recoup   God dammnit 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 I d me v I p dj khaled m o b   Girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold      [Chorus: T-Pain]   I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine   I be bangin on your front door with da nine   I'm a come see ya (see ya)   I'm a come see ya (see ya)   I need all my dough not a dolla short and if u don't have it den u gotta go   I'm a come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands   In da sky let em kno dat we bout that   Cash flow... I need it on time I'm   Talkin bank roll my money my money my money   Cash flow... I need it   On time I'm talkin bank roll my money my money my money