Ace

Where ever I go, that's where the grass grow
Oh, I'm striking, no bat though
Um, I'm that, hoe
Yeah, Big mac like it's apple

Baddies don't check phones, I cut em' off act slow
He ain't my nigga, he leave through the back door
All on my own accord
No Hondas, no 4 doors
I do it like more chores, these niggas a poor choice

Wym? I drive it like all stars
I drive it like small forwards, could ride it like its a car
Awe, leave em' in awe

Bitches ain't ever right, so I never fall on my sword

I'm the coach, I'm making like all the calls
Serving up all the bars, but not taking orders for shots
I got the ace, I'm talking up all the cards
And then I'm pulling your card
Don't make me pick you apart

Where ever I go that's where the cash flow
Oh, lucky if I message, apple
Heard she tryna be like my echo

Shots at me, but them bitches is shooting blanks though
I'ma eat, my shit is booming like metro,
I'ma teach if they sub me like where the @ hoe
I lead the race
Got the bouton and pass on
Dead /did that shit like I passed on

Them bitches was never me, I really just set the bar, (fake hoes)
Like baby my show me ID
Like let me cast you a part
Oh ok
Face don't decline it's a black card, at all
Ain't worried bout' you at all

I get even when bitches be acting odd
I'm the law, I'm what bitches abide
Sigh, sigh
Really do this shit, I ain't trying
I'm applying the pressure, your application denied

Ahhh that's where the ... go
That's where the ... grow
Ahhh that's where the ...

All on my own accord
No Hondas, no four doors
Power forward
I ride it like it's a car
I ride it like

Nela