6 Summers - Ace Hood




[Hook:]

Six summers, six summers

Got enough work to ball six summers

Six bitches, six Hummers

Real niggas, all gunners

Six summers, six summers

Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama

Six summers, six summers

Got enough work to ball six summers



[Verse 1:]

Young nigga, most wanted

Want him dead, twelve hundred

My youngin's rage a crib just for some lawyer fees

Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans

Counting all this money with that chopper close

Every seen a million on your kitchen floor?

Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope

Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four

Ten bitches, all fucking

Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds

Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James

Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame



[Hook]



[Verse 2:]

I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday

All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight

Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away

Then I lost my nigga [?] it took my heart away

That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you

bitches

That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never

forget me

And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to God be with me

My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy

My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami

My sneakers [?], that red under my sneaks

No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags

Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that

stash, ah



[Hook]



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