Testo We On - Ace Hood
Testo della canzone We On (Ace Hood), tratta dall'album Starvation
Okay
Uh, okay I walked in the party and Mr. Swag, so gnarly
With a bad Spanish mammy that I act somebody
Yea that's my Maseratti, going ham no salami
That's your chick if I like it and I'm straight bow garden
In the club where the bottles, that Rosay no Muscato
They see me, models follow, ass clap, A, bravo
I'll be why then my niggas see my jewels, they six figures
Fuck your girl and her friend. I'm a dog. How'd you figure?
Chillin' with my click and I puff that lot
She don't wanna fuck then I tell the bitch bye
Heart so cold, why waste my time?
20 on the wrist 'cause I like the shine
Fuck you niggas who hate on my
Credit card was not declined
Missionary? No, not me, I like that pussy from behind
Bitch I'm balling every day, it's like somebody pressed rewind
All my niggers came from nothing, mandatory that we shine
Bought a plane and no complainin' if I happen to recline
Sayin' nigga that they doubt it and I'm glad they don't remind
Made a million off my hunger, that's just solely my reply
'Cause we da best, shit ain't the lie
Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting siffy, celebrating 'cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at four
Birthday girl gon' drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)
Okay, now one for the money, shorty two for the fuck of it
Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence
Need a bitch and hit it quick and never know a government
I'll be rocking Hermès and that X don't stand for hooligan
High boy, I fly, high nigga, blast off
You goof truth loose goose prove you ain't cutting soft
We on, we on, way to keep up, bring on
All these cases of that aces, bring them back to my oasis
Taking shots after shots like I'm busting off that 44
Man, that's a rock, got me feeling like I'm overdosed
Living with my niggas, celebrating, rocking hell a go
Ring hell a big, you would think I won the Super Bowl
Yea, we in the building, why the fuck you think it's super flow?
Tell the DJ bring it back and show 'em what we really on
All these women love me 'cause they know a youngun money long
Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home
Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting siffy, celebrating 'cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at four
Birthday girl gon' drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)
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Writer(s): Andre Davidson, Antoine Mccolister, Sean Winston Davidson
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