Cash Flow Songtext
von Ace Hood

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 more
We weigh that shit

Ay, knock-knock, bang-bang
Where the cash at?
You ain't got it, leave you bloody like a Tampax
'Cause I′m shooting at you thugs Aflac
Then I fall in the suede black Maybach
See, I′m back for the money like I left that
See, I be running on the route where the cash go
And any nigga interfering with the cash flow
See, you can get pumped on like a Citgo


Make his body bounce bounce like a '64
Tall clips, chrome lips, see the big gold
See I′m a duffle bag boy like I move coke
Spit crack through the music so the flow dope
I keep it money over bitches 'til the door close
I need money like a bitch need dick more
I′m trying to see it like I'm motherfucking Castro
Rubber bands in my pants, and a swift bankroll

I′ll tell you one thing don't play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the .9
I'ma come see you (see you)
I′ma come see you (see you)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don′t have it then you gotta go
I'ma come see you (hey)

We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that
Cash flow
I need it on time I′m, talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money
Cash flow
I need it on time I'm talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money


And where my money? Young niggas got to have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I′m carrying a backpack
A couple grand for the Louis band napsack
Understand I'm the man who you can′t match
Money man minivan full of brown bags
Bet a grand any man never top that
Touch money and the gat pop those straps

Get in the Coupe and the top drop right back
I ain't playing, creep your avenue in all black
Bust shots like a New Year day blast
And I ride all day like a bus pass
Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow
Kick doors wave .4's where the cash go
I′m trying to see it like I′m motherfucking Castro
Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

I'll tell you one thing don′t play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the .9
I'ma come see you (see you)
I′ma come see you (see you)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don't have it then you gotta go
I′ma come see you (hey)

We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that
Cash flow
I need it on time I'm, talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money
Cash flow
I need it on time I'm talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money

Big money in the dope hole
See the Beamers when you pull up in the dope home (my money)
17 and he got his own kilo
Burning green, nigga living like Nino
Riding clean wax sitting for the C-note
It ain′t green get it back with tha C-loc
Momma dead broke, daddy fucked up
I′ma make 'em come and hit me with the RICO

God damn it, 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 got to suck four dicks
ID me, V.I.P, DJ Khaled, M.O.B.
Girls so hot, Ace so cold, taking bets, Ace won't fold

I′ll tell you one thing don't play about mine
I be banging on your front door with the .9
I′ma come see you (see you)
I'ma come see you (see you)
I need all my dough not a dollar short
And if you don't have it then you gotta go
I′ma come see you (hey)

We put our hands in the sky let them know that we about that
Cash flow
I need it on time I′m talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money
Cash flow
I need it on time I'm talking bank roll
My money, my money, my money

Hey, we go by The Runners
Just in case you forgot
We did it again
Ace