[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I put the Porsche in them inches
the photo addition
I keep a bitch in the kitchen
The ass sittin' ridiculous
This the Mission
Chains all vintage
Came to buy the club boy fuck who in attendance
Doc just called man told me find a clinic
Swag so sick aids when I go to spittin'
Man I'm different, yeah nigga different
Ride 28?s on the Chevy fuck 26?s
Every summer ball while you watchin' on the benches
Got a sewed up rap game need the stitches
Top off the Jeep man that motherfucker senseless
Hottest in the streets please tell em' bare with this
Chris Paul on this bullshit no Pippen
Crossover crossover fade away instant
When he done you gon' rock them ankles like Christmas
Might alley-oop guess who? Blake Griffin
Man ya'll trippin
Money is the mission
All-Star week ball player and some bitches
Or I mean women
Lord knows I'm sinnin'
She can't believe the watch
I told her watch Ripley's
All-Star weekend
Woman everywhere decisions
I tell em ball on a hater
Penthouse marble floors two elevators I'm gone
[Outro: Ace Hood]
Ya'll trippin, ya'll trippin
Money is the motivate mission
Yeah, money is the mission
Shout out to Chris Paul
Shouts out to..
All star weekend
We gon' turn up in the city
I be out there
Wild'n out doin my thing
You know what I'm sayin?
Ace Hood, you know how I do it
I be out there We The Best clique
bad bitches ahh.. feel me?
This just how we get down man
Oh my bad
Ace Hood