Clockin'

[Intro - Ace Hood]

Yeah

Yay, straight up like that there B homie

Free Weezy!

Yay, let's get to the money my nigga

Mister Hood

[Chorus] X2

Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking

Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking

Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking

I run it myself like a quarter back option

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]

Okay there's money to be made

Let's go get this guap

And I'm fresh up on the block

Rubber band in my pockets

Nigga run it like I'm shock it

Balling like John Stockton

Couple stacks in my pocket

What the fuck is a wallet?

Nigga show me what you need oh

Call me the Young Nino

All I see is the C-notes

Triple digits and zeros

Nigga keep it on the D low

While I'm stacking the Fritos

I get the shit by you know

Send it to Puerto Rico

Nigga never move by two though

Tell them that's what it do though

Just bring my money back

Yeah I'm talking Polo

Nigga money to be made

That's money to be made

And if this ain't your shit

Then nigga you ain't getting paid

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[Verse 2 - Ace Hood]

Okay now hundred thousand dollars

That's around my collar

Nigga I should see a doctor

Addicted to them dollars

Nigga holler (Holler) holler (Holler) holler (Holler)

Fuck off with you cowards

Just feed me with the money nigga

Watch how I devour

Nigga it's raining money

Watch I take a shower

All you niggas lame

Nine to five scholar

Nigga you be picking flowers

My hand is so tired

Counting for an hour

My accountant cannot follow

Nigga money to be made

All my niggas paid

Fresher than a mug in the latest fucking J's

And your bitch be on my dick though

Wet as fucking Crisco

As soon as we be done nigga, back onto that cash flow

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[Verse 3 - AC]

You ain't got to tell me

But now the kush in my Louis V. duffle

Bet a nigga smell me

You little nigga, I'm better nigga

If any nigga tell me, that money ain't here pronto

Then I bet them chopper shells be arriving at his front door

I got to step up on my guns so

I see you from a distance

I'm in love with all this money

I ain't see some for you bitches

I do it because I want to

Clueless because I'm under

Influence of this Goosey but my fooleys make me wonder

Are they really hustling? Look at all these bundles

Are they really human? They eat you like piranhas

Look at my G-shock and you can tell a nigga clocking

I know them hoes watching but it's

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