We On Lyrics - Starvation - Ace Hood

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? 

Twenty on the wrist cuz 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 

Cuz we da best, shit ain't the lie 

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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 cuz 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 4 

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) 

Photos 

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 Hermes 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 cuz 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 cuz 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 4 

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)