We Outchea
Ace Hood Song Lyrics

[Intro ace hood]

Real life, ace hoooood

We the motherfuckin' best - huh!

(Lil bro, ya know I gotcha)

[Chorus ace hood (lil wayne)]

I made my way from the bottom, and I'm grindin'

I wake up every morning lookin' for commas

Bout my dollars; I'm goin' all out

And that's on my mama, on my mama (yeeeah)

Cause we outchea (we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)

Ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin'), cause we outchea (cause we outchea)

And we outchea (and we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)

Grindin' all damn night, cause we outchea

[Ace hood]

Everyday 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 gotta 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 youngin' don't stop

Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle, tryin' to get my fuckin' in, that's struggle

Fuck that nine to five that don't cut, ain't no job I guess that's my luck

Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date, tryin' to triple what I made today

This one right here is for my real niggas and bad bitches who gettin' cake

Count it up til your thumbs hurt, put fam second and god first

Hatin' niggas ain't phasin' me; you couldn't walk a mile in my foot work

[Chorus]

[Lil wayne]

Money over the best pussy

The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'

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 I didn't clean my room with

Stay on my toes, no ballet

Shout out my zoe's, sak pase

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

[Chorus]

[Ace hood]

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 callin' 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

Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit

Young nigga trying to feed the fail, hatin' on me I don't give a damn

Out here like what nigga? you don't get the picutre 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'da come too far to be lookin' back

[Chorus]

[Outro lil wayne]

Young mula baaay-baaay!

Ace hood, nigga

Fuck these lil bitch ass niggas