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Artist/Band: Ace Hood Lyrics for Song: Cash Flow Lyrics for Album: Gutta [2008] We the best def jam I introduce you to ace Ace lets get money Cash flow... (haha) Its 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 u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax Come up swinging at you ducks like aflac Then I fall in the suede black may bach See im back for da money like I left dat See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da 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 Im a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope I keep my money ova bitches til da door close I need money like a bitch need dick mo Im tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [T-Pain Chorus] I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine I be bangin on your front door wit da nine Ima come see ya (see ya) Ima come see ya (see ya) I need all my doe not a dolla short And if u dont have it den u gotta go Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow..i need it on time im Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow...i need it On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... [Ace Hood] And where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like im carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band napsack Understand im the man who you can't match Moneyman minivan full of brown bags Better grand anyman never top that Cause money and the gat pop those straps Getting loot in the top drop right back I ain't playin creep ya avenue and i'll blast Bust shots like a new year day blast And I ride all day like a buss pass Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow Kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go) Im trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [T-Pain Chorus] I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine I be bangin on your front door wit da nine Ima come see ya (see ya) Ima come see ya (see ya) I need all my doe not a dolla short And if u dont have it den u gotta go Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow..i need it on time im Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow...i need it On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine I be bangin on your front door wit da nine Ima come see ya (see ya) Ima come see ya (see ya) I need all my doe not a dolla short And if u dont have it den u gotta go Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow..i need it on time im Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow...i need it On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... [Rick Ross] Ace I see you nigga Trilla You M-O-B now nigga You untouchable [Rick Ross Verse] 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 Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc Momma dead broke daddy fucked up Im'a make them come and hit me with the recoup God dammnit im 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 b me V-I-P dj khaled M-O-B Girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold [T-Pain Chorus] I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine I be bangin on your front door wit da nine Ima come see ya (see ya) Ima come see ya (see ya) I need all my doe not a dolla short And if u dont have it den u gotta go Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands In da sky let em kno dat we bout that Cash flow..i need it on time im Talkin bank roll my money my money my money Cash flow...i need it On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... Hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it again Ace

Cash Flow

Ace Hood's "Cash Flow" stands as a defining track from his 2008 debut album *Gutta*, capturing the raw energy and streetwise authenticity that characterized his early career. Released during the height of the Southern hip-hop boom, the song exemplifies the genre's blend of aggressive lyricism and rhythmic flow, reflecting the economic realities and hustle culture prevalent in Atlanta at the time. As a cornerstone of his discography, the recording showcases Hood's ability to deliver sharp, memorable verses that resonated with listeners seeking genuine representation of urban life. The track remains a significant piece of his catalog, illustrating his transition from local talent to a prominent figure in the modern rap landscape.

Album Lyrics: Gutta [2008]

Ace Hood
"Gutta [2008]"


1.	Call Me
2.	Can't See Y'all
3.	Can't Stop
4.	Cash Flow
5.	Face Good
6.	Fed Bound
7.	Get 'Em
8.	Get 'Em Up
9.	Ghetto
10.	Guns High
11.	Gutta
12.	I Don't Give A Fuck
13.	Money Ova Here
14.	Ride
15.	Ride (Remix)
16.	Stressin'
17.	Top Of The World

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