Ace Hood Lyrics
"6 Summers"

Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six b*t*hes, six Hummers
Real n***as, 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

Young n***a, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin's raid ya crib just for some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with that chopper close
Ever seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this sh*t for twenty four
Ten b*t*hes, all f**king
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame