☆ Get Money-Ace Hood

(Hook)
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know betta, they know betta
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know betta, they know betta

(Verse)
won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now yo hoe jealous
Freak hoes got several, they 10s or betta
I’mma trendsetter, I’mma go getter
Attention err’body, I’m gettin’ sick and tired of being modest
I’m gettin’ plenty money, now they think I’m Illuminati
I’m the reason why they own a new Bugatti
I’m the one who give the flow to the game
Rap game, it will neva be the same
I done burf you niggas and then nervous you niggas
I’m the reason why you eva had a name
I’m the one who runnin’ thangs in the south
You don’t run a damn thing but yo mouth
Niggas talkin’ outta terms till I pull up with the burn
Now them souls outside of your house
Man, see me ride round the city with the top down
Bad bitches all out of A town
Turnt for a nigga whole throat
And I’mma come and get it like a rebound
Bust it one time like a Greyhound
Ass in the air with ya face down
All this money on the floor, all this money on the table
It so much you would think Floyd Mayround
Why the broke boys always wanna flex?
Be the main ones, scare me with the checks
Niggas ball for a minute, blowin’ bands on them bitches
Now they missin’ tryna car you collect
Ha you’s a fraud nigga I’m at yo bottle
U a thot, bitch, you ain’t no model
It’s a no flex zone, couple gold chains on
I look like I just hit the lotto
Whole minute gone with a foreign bitch tourin’
Heard ya new shit, ah, bored
I’m in the studio, cookin’ that greatness
Take time, have a lil bit of patience
I’m the one, no Neo with the Matrix
No flex, we the best hood nation
These niggas wanna claim they run it
Thou trippin’ like ya took a vacation
Shout to boy AC and my dawg Chew-Chew
Where the lil homie project baby?
Dane gank I see ya poppin’ no caracida
Lot of deal, deer feel with my Haters
Brower

(Hook)
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know betta, they know betta
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal
And a gold bezel
I treat it so special
Now your ho jealous
Freak Hoes, got several
They tens or better
I’m a trendsetter
I’m a go-getter

(Verse)
Young niggas got get to the money
Five chains so they look at me funny
Showed up with the juice and the troops
Roll a seven every time I shoot
She said why you have so many condoms with you
I said I’m a player to be honest with you
Hublot, (Whoo!) so shiny
Mind you my crew right behind me
Went shopping, could’ve bought an island
Talking money when I’m with Italians
Spilling purple on the red carpet
And I’m flyer than a nigga on a hang glider
Four five six seven chains on
Just stay in your lane ho
Don’t you like these A wangs
Don’t you like these gold fangs?
You a well known flexer
I’m a young trendsetter
These hoes they reckless
They slick, they messy
Three hoes freak dancing
On the loud, singing acapella
Chain clang like heavy metal
Slim killed the haters, god bless em