Clockin' Lyrics - Singles - Ace Hood

[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 

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[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 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Ace Hood] 

Okay now hundred thousand dollars 

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 

[Chorus] X3