This N That Lyrics - Ace Hood

(It could be a better world) 

(If it wasn't for this) 

(And wasn't for that) 

If it wasn't for this it wouldn't be that 

You heard? 

Montana 

Bad bitches, top down 

Foreign cars, poppin' bottles 

And niggas broker than my pride 

We givin' niggas what they want 

Dirty money we'll be spendin' 

Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin' 

Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended 

Hundred on the watch, I'm shinin' every minute 

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Yeah - I remember nights on those porches, 

I'm dreamin' Porsches and Benzes 

Drinkin' Hennessey plottin' on other ways I could win 

Back in the day I was troubled when knickerbockers was in 

Mama off in the kitchen cookin' my favourite again 

Had my sights on a million, most my niggas was dealin' 

Stashin' that work in them Civics, runnin' that board like the inning 

Hoppin' up in that new Chevy, that bitch was too pussy tinted 

Heard them jack boys are lurkin', bet I'll be one of the victims 

A cold world, a cold world 

Tryin' to make a dollar for my daughter and my ol' girl 

Gotta make a way, I'm chasin' paper, Maybach chauffeur 

If you don't grind then you don't shine, nigga, that's word 

Eh, that's word - I say "hey young world, how you doin' today?" 

"You ever ran out of answers, all you could do is pray?" 

She told me "baby, you'll recover" what my granny would say 

Don't got no grudge with my daddy, a millionaire to this day 

I taught myself how to be a man, ain't no father to thank 

I felt that nigga should be around just to show me the way 

Just know he wasn't, I was out here thuggin', 

Lookin' at them dope boys stuntin', fours on them Cutlass, 

Pockets full of them hundreds, bitches love it, low-key in buckets 

No kind of budget, screamin' "fuck it" when you came from nothin' 

Came from nothin', word... 

(If it wasn't for this) 

(And wasn't for that) 

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Okay I hustle, it's off the muscle, this shit my religion 

Youngin focused, I'm on it, and I wanted to seize every figure 

Had to make our way out the struggle and sacrifice with decisions 

Ridin' low in the Taurus, I always prayed for the Bentley 

Had a whole other mission, to get rich on you bitches 

Tired of goin' to the bank and they say my funds insufficient 

Only one thing to do, I had to go out and get it 

Always wanted to ball, I had to play my position 

And I did just that, put on my city in fact 

I kept a mil' in my safe, and plus there's 12 in the gat 

200k for the whip, you see the 30-day tag? 

I'm on a boat with some bitches, I give a fuck if you mad 

We livin' - straight out the gutter to makin' millions 

And I did it with real niggas 

(If it wasn't for this) 

(And wasn't for that)