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[Chorus -
Spent in the mall
Going loco the cake
Five sitting tall
Going loco the cake
Ten on Cali' bud
Going loco the cake
Then I hit the strip
Going loco with the
Glittered up my
Going loco with the
Went and up my bitch
loco with the cake
Repping five the pimps
loco with the cake
I put on my whole
Going loco with the

1 - Ace Hood]
Aye
You don't to start a food fight
Get your attitude
Before I put this all in your face and have your crew like
Who that is? Ace
You ain't know that's Ace
Ask around in every project they say that boy good
Put the Range Rover on them I skate good
Especially with the paper ice, all my Ace Hood
Chain, a dummy I need hoes to educate me
brain!
Take the up the temple come back home and get, paid!
Seven up out the week a nigga got to get, paid!
Quit your hating, get on job, and hoe you can get, paid!
Like Ace, like Like me nigga
That's why every bitch you to fuck like me nigga

[Verse 2 - Ace
I rep this pot like chemistry
Got an F in
Took the white and it green
Now that's what I call
That's what I call,
Call my work, The
junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise
Smoking in my spaceship, floating through the
They calling me a shooting star, leave hoes off through calvery
Gangsters, goons, and killers niggas on my salary
They all got pending
Murder, burglaries, and
Niggas trying to battle me, end up they tragedy
Laided out on the floor and breathing fast and up at me (Up at me)
Play me in your Chevy you scrambling
Ruthless than a motherfucker with hundred on me

[ Verse 3 - Ace
Aye
You can me Mister Cash Flow
out the asshole
Thugging getting paper, what you think that bag hoe?
Pull up in that whip
Hundred for the wrist
Stoopid this, stoopid that, with the money bag
Lamborghini Murcielag', you got to stoopid that
Gucci this, that, riding with them paper tags
And my she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis, Gucci bag
All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys, Phantoms back to
Twenty I'll show you going low and tell them holler back
Pain you a dummy, blow about thirty on a whip and
Swing on them
I the top on them verties
Switch lanes, on them haters, I'm throwing paper to make them