Ace Hood - We Outchea lyrics

rate me

feat. Lil Wayne

I made my way from the bottom and I'm grinding

I wake up every morning lookin' for commas

'Bout my dollars

I'm going all out and that's on my mama, on my mama

‘Cause we outchea, we outchea

We outchea, we outchea

Ain’t no sleeping ‘cause we outchea

We outchea, ‘cause we outchea

Grinding all damn night, ‘cause we outchea

Every day that I'm wakenin', I'mma say my prayers, amen

I'mma get on my grind off, my mama need a new crib, amen

And I'mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate

Stay focus to get money, never gave a fuck what they say

Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap

Ain’t no Jordan's in the shoe box

Ain’t no roof that came with that drop

Chase that paper youngling, don’t stop

Nigga, I was born and raised in that jungle

Trying to get my fucking in, that's struggle

Fuck that nine to five, that don't cut it

Ain’t no job, I guess that’s my luck

Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date

Trying to triple what I made today

This one here is for my real niggas

And bad bitches who getting cake

Count it up till your thumbs hurt

Put fam second and God first

Hating niggas ain’t fazing me

You couldn't walk a mile in my foot work

I made my way from the bottom and I'm grinding

I wake up every morning lookin' for commas

'Bout my dollars

I'm going all out and that's on my mama, on my mama

‘Cause we outchea, we outchea

We outchea, we outchea

Ain’t no sleeping ‘cause we outchea

We outchea, ‘cause we outchea

Grinding all damn night, ‘cause we outchea

Money over the best pussy

The blind hear me, the deaf looking

When opportunity knock I run out the back door

Shit, I thought it was the cops, damn

I fuck the bitch with a broom stick

The same broom that I didn't clean my room with

Stay on my toes, no ballet

Shout out me … sapa say

I'm twisted weed in my mansion

I go dumb in alumni Stanford

Remember when moms couldn't afford Pampers

Now she trying to avoid cameras

All I do is count my blessings

Weezy F. for fortunate

I came up from that bottom

Now I'm richer than chocolate, Lil Tunechi

And I'm grinding

I wake up every morning lookin' for commas

'Bout my dollars

I'm going all out and that's on my mama, on my mama

‘Cause we outchea, we outchea

We outchea, we outchea

Ain’t no sleeping ‘cause we outchea

We outchea, ‘cause we outchea

Grinding all damn night, ‘cause we outchea

I say another day, another dollar

Thank the Lord for my praying mama

Watching back in this cold world

'Cause everybody won't see tomorrow

Money calling and I'm motivated

Kill the beat, its pre-meditated

Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated

Say any day I'mma go get it

Pair of J's and my Florida fitted

Quitting not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit

Young nigga trying to feed the fail

Hating on me I don’t give a damn

Out here like what nigga?

You don't get the picture like Instagram

Hundred dollars to a couple grand

Couple grand to a hundred bands

Hundred bands to those big M's

And my weight up like six gyms

I'm outchea and I mean that

We the best, where my team at?

Bad vibes, I don’t need that

I done came too far to be looking back

I made my way from the bottom and I'm grinding

I wake up every morning lookin' for commas

'Bout my dollars

I'm going all out and that's on my mama, on my mama

‘Cause we outchea, we outchea

We outchea, we outchea

Ain’t no sleeping ‘cause we outchea

We outchea, ‘cause we outchea

Grinding all damn night, ‘cause we outchea

Ace Hood nigga, fuck these all bitches nigga.

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