Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Get Money’ by Ace Hood. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace Hood or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Ace hood, rosay
We the fucking best, maybach
It’s so incredible
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin’ their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
I’m like fresh outfit, blunts they lit
And a nigga out in bout who don’t buck a shit
Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view
Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to)
You wanna ride you can’t be actin’ like dre foo’
N.W.A. I bet you ace played you
Hollywood Hollywood I see the big lights
And I’m with my big homie ricky nigga yeah right
Every minute that my heart pump blood
F*ck what you heard momma raised a fuckin’ thug
Money on my mind imagine what’s up in the trunk
And it get me to the life of funk driver store’s thug
On the other ridges feelin’ like a billionaire
A got a couple mill a couple more an I’m really there
Haters talk around me f*ck em like I really care
When we handle our business sorry they were never there
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Money ain’t a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain bitch I think I’m king tuck
A nigga young and rich who feel like can’t be touched
Forty stacks for the chase no I can’t see much
Unless you get the dollars still talkin’ cash flow
Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro
Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10
Ross cool as ice cube Dicky and the black chef
I’m in a heli-chopper starin’ at the boat docks
Good weather good weather means more flux
Look in my eyes you can tell I’m seeing so clear
I get them bitches a prison an feeling no fear
More money means more Louis carry-on
When I touch your city you should see how hoes Carrillo
Bitch what’s my name ace fuckin’ hood ain’t a damn thang change us
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin’ their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
Shit shit, and I’m a gettin’ money ass nigga
Fast with the duffel bags with the cash in it
White squares that’s equivalence of mo dough
I hear my nigga Ricky selling on my promo
I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho
To seek me on my T-M-O I get you mo slow
The good life beats side of my condo
You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though
Whoa, you talkin’ funny would you fucking with the franchise
I decide how much you form the shit we let ride
I gave niggas your first start up
Showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my thought off
It’s all good neither he’d hit the guard off
Now you shit nigga garbage you’s a rat never build for this mob shit
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin’ their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga