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Ace Hood - Clockin' lyrics
[Intro - Ace Hood]
Yeah
 Yay, straight up like that there B homie
 Free Weezy!
 Yay, let's get to the money my nigga
 Mister Hood
[Chorus] X2
 Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking
 Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking
 Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking
 I run it myself like a quarter back option
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
Okay there's money to be made
 Let's go get this guap
 And I'm fresh up on the block
 Rubber band in my pockets
 Nigga run it like I'm shock it
 Balling like John Stockton
 Couple stacks in my pocket
 What the fuck is a wallet?
 Nigga show me what you need oh
 Call me the Young Nino
 All I see is the C-notes
 Triple digits and zeros
 Nigga keep it on the D low
 While I'm stacking the Fritos
 I get the shit by you know
 Send it to Puerto Rico
 Nigga never move by two though
 Tell them that's what it do though
 Just bring my money back
 Yeah I'm talking Polo
 Nigga money to be made
 That's money to be made
 And if this ain't your shit
 Then nigga you ain't getting paid
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Ace Hood]
Okay now hundred thousand dollars
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 That's around my collar
 Nigga I should see a doctor
 Addicted to them dollars
 Nigga holler (Holler) holler (Holler) holler (Holler)
 Fuck off with you cowards
 Just feed me with the money nigga
 Watch how I devour 
 Nigga it's raining money
 Watch I take a shower
 All you niggas lame
 Nine to five scholar
 Nigga you be picking flowers
 My hand is so tired
 Counting for an hour
 My accountant cannot follow
 Nigga money to be made
 All my niggas paid
 Fresher than a mug in the latest fucking J's
 And your bitch be on my dick though
 Wet as fucking Crisco
 As soon as we be done nigga, back onto that cash flow
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - AC]
You ain't got to tell me
 But now the kush in my Louis V. duffle
 Bet a nigga smell me
 You little nigga, I'm better nigga
 If any nigga tell me, that money ain't here pronto
 Then I bet them chopper shells be arriving at his front door
 I got to step up on my guns so
 I see you from a distance
 I'm in love with all this money
 I ain't see some for you bitches
 I do it because I want to 
 Clueless because I'm under
 Influence of this Goosey but my fooleys make me wonder
 Are they really hustling? Look at all these bundles
 Are they really human? They eat you like piranhas
 Look at my G-shock and you can tell a nigga clocking
 I know them hoes watching but it's
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