4th Quarter - Ace Hood

Going way, way up

Know it’s always us

Know in God we trust

Soon as I wake up

Count, count, count up

Only man that I trust

Paper’s full of that kush

Balling out of your budget

4th quarter, down 10

We just going for the win

Crossover, hit the fade

Not a stain on the Jays

Courtside on the wood

Water diamonds on me, flood

Look who made it out the hood

I just wish a nigga would

Niggas hate me from the bleachers

Niggas preying on your weakness

I been rolling with the creatures

20 thousand for the feature

I’m just counting my blessings

Ride up, smoke on that pressure

Fuck niggas, freeze on

You ain’t allowed in my section

We ain’t the regular degular

You lil niggas are amateurs

Swagger so dope, it’s embarrassing

Pull up and tell me the damages

Boy, I’m murder scene

I’m super clean like Listerine

And that Maybelline

I gotta cover

Nothing but net at the sound of the buzzer

Going way, way up

Know it’s always us

Know in God we trust

Soon as I wake up

Count, count, count up

Only man that I trust

Paper’s full of that kush

Balling out of your budget

4th quarter for the win

Kobe Bryant with the spin

Clint Porter’s on the rims

Dwayne Wade with the bands

Swaggy Dell with the sauce

Makaveli with the law

Hit the 40 like it’s mine

In case you reaching for the floss

Go ahead, big time

Taking care of my mama

Taking care of my daughter

And my son like his father

I’mma be totally honest

I’m covered in that new designer

I’mma be totally honest

But some of these niggas vagina

Keep it 1000 forever

I promise, I promise, I promise

Your niggas straight outta Broadward

Then we came to fuck up some commas

Niggas will sleep, they in pyjamas

Wake up the beast, we got a problem

Jump in that water, you see them piranhas

He thinking he balling, I pull up beside him

Going way, way up

Know it’s always us

Know in God we trust

Soon as I wake up

Count, count, count up

Only man that I trust

Paper’s full of that kush

Balling out of your budget

Boy you low class and a featherweight

Thank God for the better days

My chick thick as mayonnaise

Now we fucking up the Chevy game

Boy you better not miss the money train

I just treat it like it’s Hunger Games

They will never want it as bad as I

We are nothing like them other guys

I just win and shook a hater hand

Then I had to go and sanitise

Team strong, this the theme song

Got the rings on, nigga celebrate

If I want it, she gon' come to daddy

Never thinking twice or even hesitate

Kush make a nigga levitate

Big rocks in that bezzle face

Dripped down in that Bathing Ape

Silence when I meditate

Yo, I’m right back in it

All your whips get ready

Only here cause they paying

Ain’t paying no attention

Going way, way up

Know it’s always us

Know in God we trust

Soon as I wake up

Count, count, count up

Only man that I trust

Paper’s full of that kush

Balling out of your budget