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Cash Flow (ft T-Pain & Rick Ross)

We the best def jam

I introduce you to ace

Ace lets get moneyCash flow

It's too easy nigga (bankroll)

We don't count money no mo

We weight that shit[Rick Ross]

Let's get it[Ace Hood]

Eh knock knock, bang bang

Where the cash at

If you 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 the money like I left that

See I be running on the route where the cash go (where the 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 the music so the flow dope

I keep my money ova bitches til the door close

I need money like a bitch need dick mo

I'm tryin' to c it like a motherfucking castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll[Chorus: T-Pain]

I'll tell ya one thing don't play about mine

I be banging on your front door with the nine

I'ma come see ya (see ya)

I'ma 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'ma come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands

In the sky let em know that we bout 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[Ace Hood]

And where my money young niggas 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 nap sack

Understand I'm the man who you can't match

Money man minivan full of brown bags

Better grand any man never top that

Cause money and the gat pop those straps

Getting loot in the top drop right back

I ain't playing creep ya avenue and I'll blast

Bust shots like a new year day blast

And I ride all day like a buss pass

Grinding hard for the bread and the cash flow

Kick doors wave 4's where the cash go (where the cash go)

I'm trying to see it like a motherfucking castro

Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll[Chorus][Rick Ross]

Ace I see you nigga

Trilla

You m o b now nigga

You untouchable[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

Riding clean wax sitting for the c note

It ain't green get it back with the c loc

Momma dead broke daddy fucked up

I'ma 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 taking bets ace won't fold[Chorus]Hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it again

Songwriters

ROBERTS, WILLIAM / JACKSON, JERMAINE / HARR, ANDREW / KHALED, KHALED / NAJM, FAHEEM / MCCOLISTER, ANTOINIE / COSSUM, KCPublished by

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