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"Beast Of The South" (2016)

I Know How It Feel lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I know how it feel to be broke
And I know what it take to get rich
I know what it's like to have them niggas hating on ya
Turn around, be the same ones jumping on your dick
Funny how shit'll change when you get a little change
Seeing my old friends and knowing it ain't the same
Copping my first watch, rocking my first chain
Only one in the hood you see in a red Range
I know how it feel baby, I know how it feel
I still get chills thinking about my first mil
I had to take a loss, it's part of being a boss
Now all my niggas floss, we ain't worried about the cost cause

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Now it's private planes for my woes and their partners
LOL out the bank smiling
City to city, state to state
My niggas, look what we accomplished
Ay, thinking back on my worst days
Now my homies in the club sipping bubbly, yeah
Plenty cake, happy birthday
I know the feeling when putting on for your birthplace
It's going down nigga, mayday
Gold chain, big bottles for my woadie
Throw up your Rollie, put it high in the sky
And wave that motherfucker side to side

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Way up nigga, way up
I thank God for the day a nigga came up
Pocket full of big faces
I'm in the club, someone point me to the waitress
They like "Who that? Who that spending all that dope?"
Hashtag, we them niggas on my IG post
Your favorite model call me papito
The panorama's all white, I'm on my cocaine flow
Woo, you got me feeling like the man of the year
Everything trill over here
We just throw the Rollie in the sky and then we wave em side to side
For my niggas in the celly doing time

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Outro: Ace Hood]
Young Niggas Mad
Ridin' foreign whips nigga
Poppin' off in them clubs nigga
Bottles on bottles on bottles nigga
Pretty women all over the place
Me and my Hood Nation Niggas
Y'all know we started from this shit, nigga, Broward County
We the motherfucking best
I know how it feel

Supposed To Do lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Still in the make and I wanna be great but they tell me be patient
Don't compare me to none of these niggas in the game
Cause they way too basic
And I'm just that amazing, I reach them stages
In the league with the majors
Nigga fuck your blogs, nigga fuck your statements
The fuck you thinkin'
Nah, ain't doing no more favors
Never hit a nigga just to make me famous
Little nigga, flows go crazy
And them other nigga's can't tame me
Flame me, blame me
All the nigga's that doubt it
All ya'll nigga's some cowards
All ya'll nigga's step up and get devoured
Six feet deep with bouquet of flowers
Tell me what, what am I supposed to do
Cause respect for mine is so overdue
I'm the best in it, just pay attention, take a closer view
Cause ain't nothing like them and ain't nothing like you
These niggas changed like Clark in the booth
Can't trust ho's, I don't trust dudes
I buy your bitch like pay per view
I set the standards, I dare you to
What's competition, come show me proof
This God flow, this Jesus Christ
That's say a prayer before I sleep at night
I'm still sinnin', don't be offended
My dick intended for a Spanish wife
This chess homie, not checkers niggas
Ain't playin' with ya, no action figures
What am I supposed to do?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Skepta]
They keep telling me I'm the best in the country
And I like how that sounds
You think you Superman, I get the Kryptonite, and bring you right back down
Yeah, you know the drill, I kill MC's til it's overkill
But how many more am I supposed to kill
Til niggas stop putting my name
Next to these just come rappers, I'm so embarrassed
I'm in the booth working my magic
My nigga in the studio, heard my lyrics and put his hands on his head like Khaled
These other MC's need practice
Cause when I heat up, it's a madness
Hundred degrees, niggas melt like plastic
Lyrical war, yeah that's my language
I turn Super Saiyan, bitch
Just so you know I ain't playin', bitch
I heard nigga's like you before
You got a good flow, but you ain't sayin' shit
Just a bunch of words with no meaning, no heart, no feeling
But when I lay it down, I lay it down so nice
It's my name everybody screamin'
And we don't care what it cost
Me and my nigga's, we all gotta floss
Don't give a shit how you talk round' here
Better talk properly when you talk to the boss
You amateur, say you got fans online, few shows, and a manager
Think you've got the game on lock
I press start, here comes new challenger (challenger)
Skepta

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
There are some serious rumors around
There's a new sheriff in town
Fuck your apologies, back up his arteries
Bury him deep in the ground
Tell him keep sleepin', I'm never defeated
I will not repeat it, you follow me now?
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm ready
You rappers are puppets, then tell them I said it
Don't give a fuck and this shit is embedded
My flow is infected, I may need a medic
Tell me who better, I make you regret it
It's in my genetics, your shit is pathetic
What am I posed' to do but be great
Never let a thing stand in my way
Never let a Devil ruin my faith
And there ain't a such thing as "I can't"
You looking at a rare breed, a new species
I walk right through hell in my sneak's
Show me the devil, I show you the rebel
I show you my heart when it come to the medal
Tell me who better, I never will settle
My nigga's just told me don't let off the pedal
Keep my Jordan 5's on their neck
Fuck whoever got next, fuck your fame dog and respect
You don't know what life was like in the projects
Ever seen the look in his face before death
I seen my granny before her last breath
Ain't no calm down on my compound
There's no contest cause I'm bomb threat
No conscience shit on my mindset
I bought two choppers for my sound check
Say, 'who wanna war' and I'm coming alone
Spray at you haters like fuckin' cologne
Starvation 3 outta let out the beast
So it's bone appetit and I'm ready to feast

We Don't lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

[Hook x2: Ace Hood]
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(Don't fuck with you)
You can't sit with us, you can't hit the blunt
Just to tell the truth, we don't fuck with you

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
I can smell that fake from like a mile or two
Only smoke that loud, and not that reggie, mayne
I got all my whips in all my bitches names
Standin' on your sofa, nigga, fuck your couch
Niggas like some bitches, they just run their mouth
Askin' all them questions, boy your mind gone
Boy you must be workin' for the 5-0
Niggas out here ballin' for a season
Watch these bitches, they are so misleadin'
This real nigga air you cannot breathe in
I just want you to give me a reason
I, don't fuck with these niggas
I say now I, ain't lovin' these bitches
Cross my heart and hope to die

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I love my alphabets, all I smoke is Ls
Yeah, C+ is the police, I don't fuck with 12s
I spent too much money on the package for the scale
I need my money up front cause I don't trust the mail
I'm gon' rip this beat apart if the bass good
My block is like a deck of cards, Ace Hood
I wanna know just who you are and if you taste good
I can go anywhere I want because my face good (A1)
Got this lil' bitch I jump up on like a skateboard (kick, push)
Every time that I need some money, I take some
She'll suck my dick and go and kiss her nigga
Stop it, my Pan 4-door, fuck you, hit my middle finger

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Just know my circle small and I don't trust nobody
We gon' have to weigh that money, too much profit pilin'
I just love to stunt on all my old hoes
I do not fuck with that bitch, she cannot keep her legs closed
I'm runnin' the game, I'm fuckin' them lames
Forrealla, forreal, that head was insane
But all of these niggas be frontin'
All of my niggas be stuntin'
Livin' this life and we love it
We gettin' this money, I keep it 100
Say I, don't fuck with these niggas
I say, now I, ain't lovin' these bitches
Cross my heart and hope to die

[Hook]

mixtape: "Starvation 4" (2015)



Changed On Me lyrics - Ace Hood

Got too many chains on me
These niggas changed on me
They up and changed on me (swear)

[Hook:]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same homie
Ever since I seen the fame homie
And they ain't did a thang homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain homie (hey)

This what you niggas expect of me
They tryin' to drain all my energy
Countin' me out of this industry
Now they know I got the recipe
Count up the money then blow a check
How bout my mamma write all the checks
Niggas, they act like they want some
Fuck 'em I won't even send a text (wooh)
You see the look on they faces, these niggas' jealous
My mamma called me and told me "Oh baby be careful"
But they better not play with me
Next thing you know you'll be put on a shirt that say "In love and memory"
Guess who that back on that gutta shit
Might hit the block in them other shit
Watch all them niggas you kick it with
They may not be who you think they is
I thought it'd never be; used to be homies, now enemies
I know it is what it is but I gotta live, so fuck if you mad at me

[Hook:]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same homie
Ever since I seen the fame homie
And they ain't did a thang homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain homie

I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
Oh, I got way too many chains on

Hate is a weak emotion
Killin' 'em, my condolence
My president Rollie is drippin' all on me
And no I have never voted
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Cause they want a hand out
They wanna finish me, do me like Kennedy
Hit with a headshot
Told me I'd never be shit
But now that the story begins
Gettin' some head in the Benz
And I make her call up her friend
She do whatever for daddy
I do what I gotta to win
One hitters wonderin' how the fuck that nigga did it again
Again and again, count up the money to count it again
I cannot pretend, I see them fake through my Cartier lens
Better be, most of these niggas afraid of me
Fuck you my only apology
Cause I am the one you will never be

[Hook:]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same homie
Ever since I seen the fame homie
And they ain't did a thang homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain homie

I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
Oh, I got way too many chains on

Mood lyrics - Ace Hood

Haha, shit
Cause I'm in the mood baby
I'm in the mood nigga
Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
Shit

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, where fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves then exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext
Ooh, ause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood

Brought a car with a horse, got a young nigga whippin'
I just pull up at the light, shittin' on your Honda Civic
I got racks in my pocket, dead fresh catch a body
That potato on a shotty, count that money for a hobby
I just pull up to the villa, big shit, Godzilla
Young nigga, chinchilla, all ice like it’s winter
Hit the mall, blow a check
On the gram, gotta flex
Ain't no love for my ex, oh lord boy you blessed
See I'm in the mood to fuck up your mood, I'm covered in jewels
I just brought a crib with too many rooms, it came with a pool
I know what you're thinking, got rid of my neighbors, had too many rules
Don't get it confused, don't get it confused, we never gon' lose
I'm gonna get everything a nigga prayed for
Fuck me and call me daddy ain't that what you came for?
I'm in the mood, I'm like fuck it, put twenty chains on
Go hit the club, pour the bottles to see the light show

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood

Middle finger in the air, that's my motherfuckin' mood
Twenty-twenty with the vision, I got panoramic views
In my cup, got the screw
Phantom ghost, peek-a-boo
Nigga sleep, let 'em snooze
Ace Hood got the juice
I'm the motherfuckin; man, twenty bands for a [?]
I just brought a foreign, pay for it like a boss do
Nigga in the mood, keep it cool, goons crazy
Walk in the club with them Haitians
The fragrance amazing
I just might cop me a crib and only live in that bitch
I might just cop me a whip and only drive that new shit
I might just charge every hoe that I encounter for dick
Then pull up on my old teacher who said I won't be shit, bitch

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessings
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexing
I'm with the crew, you ain't making moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sex it
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext

Cause I'm in the mood baby
I'm in the mood nigga
Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
Shit

Real lyrics - Ace Hood

Look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
They done gave him loyal niggas
They done gave him some real niggas
They done gave him some real bitches
Some bad bitches too, some bad bitches
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Young nigga shredded, young nigga in the gym
Young nigga got the hoes, DM poppin’ like fish grease
Look what they did for a real nigga
Young nigga livin’ this life
Young nigga got money, young nigga got cars
Young nigga got houses, young nigga got it all
Young nigga got money, power, and respect
Look what they did for a real nigga

[Hook:]
Oh, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Everything exquisite, every day we livin’
My goodness, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
She gon’ bus’ it open, she gon’ do it for me, yeah, yeah
Only one time for a real nigga
I’mma do this shit for the real niggas
I’mma do this shit for the drill niggas
Plenty champagne for a real nigga
A couple gold chains for a real nigga
I pull up in the foreign for the real niggas
Sold out shows for the real niggas
Flooded out Rollies for a real nigga
I wonder is it Heaven for a real nigga

Money never made you a real nigga
I just stay away from them hoe niggas
We are not the same, I am not to blame
Call ya daddy, you was prolly raised by a hoe nigga
Rap game got a shortage of the real niggas
When ya see me, know I’m always with the same niggas
You know that any one of them could have a thang wit ‘em
Don’t make ‘em Chief Keef nigga, bang, bang on ya
I’m in a Wraith with a couple gold chains on ‘em
Suicide doors, Kurt Cobain on ‘em
I’m so blessed, I just gotta keep it real wit ya
A hundred G’s in a week for a real nigga
I’m in some new shit that ain’t even drop yet
Just bought a crib and that bitch look like a complex
I’m in the building, niggas callin’ it a bomb threat
I put them Colorado rocks in the Rolex
I got money, fuck is you niggas lyin’ for?
Don’t you wanna fuck before I start up the convo?
Fill a little glass, illuminatin’ the condo
Hit the strip club, them bitches go get they ponchos, ooh
All this grindin’, nigga all this hustlin’ really started payin’ off
Guess it what it look like the day you get your mind right and be your own boss

[Hook:]
Oh, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Everything exquisite, every day we livin’
My goodness, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
She gon’ bus’ it open, she gon’ do it for me, yeah, yeah
Only one time for a real nigga
I’mma do this shit for the real niggas
I’mma do this shit for the drill niggas
Plenty champagne for a real nigga
A couple gold chains for a real nigga
I pull up in the foreign for the real niggas
Sold out shows for the real niggas
Flooded out Rollies for a real nigga
I wonder is it Heaven for a real nigga

Yeah, when you see them Hood Nation mothafuckin’ niggas
Just know what it is, baby
That’s just some real mothafuckin’ niggas’
Ya dig that? Believe that
Yeah, hold on, check this out
One time for [?], [Broward County, ya dig
One time for Deerfield, fuck it
20 hoes, 60, the 40, I ain’t forget about ya
[?] City, ha ha ha
When y’all see that mothafuckin’ Red Ranger Rover pull up
On them big 6’s, just know that’s a real nigga
And if any y’all niggas think y’all gon’ fuck with my mothafuckin’ nigga
Y’all gon’ die, tryna fuck wit a real nigga

Cold Blooded Murder lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
Cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder

I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

Fucking with me that's in your dreams
My reality ain't a dream
Pull up on them and make a scene
Gotta lower their self-esteem
I'm in a black benz coupe
With a bad bitch too
Smoking cabbage ooh!
S class, fuck school
I been out past 2
Rolling on bout two
Styrofoam getting screwed
VVS I'm the jeweler
That's a cold blooded murder
My attorney gon have to turn up
Margiela's on the feet, Ben Schife on the beat
Python on the seat 10 swords on the beach
True dat, young, nigga, dreaded like a muhfucka
Other nigga's catchin waves, that was last summer
Goofs, oops, got rid of the roofs
In a world full of lies, still speakin' the truth, bzaay!

[Hook:]
I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

Niggas like you gon get a nigga name with a casket
If you keep talkin bout my niggas then my niggas gon' pull up 'n get drastic!
I don't play with you nigga's, I don't play with the hoes
I don't play by the money, play it just how it go
Only play with my son, only play with my daughter
Only mention my name, and you know get money the motto
I want them Benjamin Franklins, the big bills and
I know the, foreign appeals to women in heals, they want that
Mula, Mula we got, we got yea, pull up, step out, I'm fly, you not yea
Hoes telling everything comes with therapy, in my good side
Paparazzi got a fetish they french as my genetics, ooh!
Call the paramedics too pathetic I said it my status got em jealous boy!

[Hook:]
I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

You can take a nigga out the ghetto,
but you can't take the ghetto out of me.
You can take a nigga out the ghetto,
but you can't take the ghetto out of me.
Its cuz im a G, its cuz im a G, its cuz I'm a G.
I'm a just use it, why do you care, like how could it beeee, no?

[Hook:]
I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

Carried Away lyrics - Ace Hood

You been working your whole life, I just spent $200,000 dollars. On the mothafuckin' coupe

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

I got a crib in the Ye, condo thats out in LA
I got a bitch look Jamaican, she look Chinese in the face
She got that booty galore, she got the tiniest waist
She got that yes Lord, I call it amazing grace
That shit you make in a year, I blow it all in a day
I got that 9 on me now, bail money all in my safe
I could’ve cop me the 6, I could’ve cop me the Wraith
We on the run for the money, y'all need to pick up the pace
I feel invincible, I’m on a pill or two, I’m in the club with my whodie’s
I am nothing like the old me, please do not act like you know me
I feel like Steph in the finals, my rivals know they can never control me
I done got high as the nose bleed, oh you still hating? Man, nigga please

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

I smoke an ounce in a day, I am not feeling my face
I am rocking Maison Margielas, I mix it up with Versace
I am pronouncing it wrong, I don’t give a fuck what you on
I don’t give a fuck who you call, I got some shit for the mall
I might just wake up and ball, made my hoe gargle my balls
You need a hit nigga holler, I am the one you should call
Crib is a miniature mall, Sunday is miniature golf
Wednesday I’m probably in Yoga, helping me keep my composure
I just get carried away, I just get carried away
I should’ve took all that money and gave it to God, right in the collection plate
But instead I spent it in King Of Diamonds all that ass and titties in my face lord forgive me
Now back to this Henny, gone

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

Order more bottles of Ace, then give them bottles away
Then I go order more bottles, you see the look on they face
I think these rappers are clowns, we in the Cirque du Soleil
If she is not is not fuckin' tonight, then she just invading my space
I’m with my niggas and we celebratin' like we won a title today
I’m elevated and I’m underrated but I’m headin' straight to the bag
I just got carried away, VVS karat, the face
This what I think of you niggas who internet thuggin remindin' myself every day

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

Goals lyrics - Ace Hood


[Hook:]
If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(my people my folks)
And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never that)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)

We on with the roof fame
Big money on the wrist game
Little nigga with a big dream
I remember them days in the hoop day
I'm in that new thang with a few chains
'nd I swish champagne for duke's sake
4, 5 later kickin like lukain
Small city young nigga tryin to maintain
And I had no pot to piss in
My daddy missin
Guess god was listenin
I remember them days of wishin
Nobody listen
Had to show 'em once again
How I get my checks with two commas
Did everythang that I promised
Want better health for my momma
And lean yo tea from you hina
And that's my motha fuckin goal
Tellem free my motha fuckin woes
Every king need a queen to touch his soul
Baby keep on ballin' on them hoes
And I still got so far to go
And I still got so much to do
One thing I won't do is lose
I know
They know
We know

[Hook:]
If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(my people my folks)
And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never that)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)

And I want that mansion in the hills
Big faces on the bills
I touch the money, I seen a million, I can tell you how it feel
Put both my children on the will
I'll never be nothin less I'm trill
Lord knows it's complicated, got confrontation, with the baby momma still
But I got that love for you baby
All them times you tried to play me
Perfect time, mindin my mind, ridden and I found a better lady
I'm so blessed I need a halo
Fuck you if you hatin on me
I just want to put all my niggas in the position for the baaank roll
On my list of many goals
I'm so gifted with the flow
Drink champagne out the bottle
That's my one and only motto
No I grind, 'nd I pray
Do it all again tomorrow
For my son and my little daughter and my momma heavenly father

[Hook:]
If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(my people my folks)
And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never that)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)

I'm all on Instagram flexin
Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
I got habits of countin' blessings
I'm a student to every lesson
Only others the way to go
Never talk to much on them phones
Never forget bout where you come from
Broward County you been puttin on
That's been my motha fuckin' goal
Now a young nigga puttin on
And this my motha fuckin song
And this my motha fucking song

I'm all on Instagram flexin
Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
I got habits of countin' blessings
I'm a student to every lesson
Only others the way to go
Never talk to much on them phones
Never forget bout where you come from
Broward County you been puttin on

I'm all on Instagram flexin

Understand lyrics - Ace Hood

E'rryday
No you wouldn't understand no
You wouldn't understand

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
Everyday i'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
(na na na na)

Devil on my shoulder, [?crouches on my chest?]
Smokin' hella kush that's how I deal with all this stress
Lawyer on my line, BM on the text
Pocket watchin tryna go [?]
I'm not happy with my label but they don't understand
I deserve much better is that too much to demand?
I'm so sick of them excuses, feel like i'm bout to lose it
I'm sorry to my fans there's so much shit behind the music
Got my patience runnin too thin, I'm just on some new shit
Had to relocate got inspiration on the west end
I learn from every lesson, thankful for every blessing
Mamma told pray and keep it real since adolescence lord!

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand naw

Everyday's a hustle, everyday a struggle
Granny in the grave, mama can't recover
Tryna please everybody, that just makes a nigga wonder
Would they every do the same
Keep it a hunnid I ain't neva give a fuck
Nigga i'ma do me, give a damn bout what you say
Flyin' fuck 'bout what you think
I'm gon ball by any means, bought my bitch 'bout everything
Flip my bird at the police, bitch this for beating Rodney King
Go! everyday I'm in some shit that you don't understand
I did it with my niggas I do it for the fans
My bitch so expensive dropped a car note on her bag
Motherfuck all you niggas, ya'll rather me doin bad

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand naw

Just had to keep it real, shit just gave me chills
Lost so many homies that I knew throughout the years
Count so much paper, that shit come with haters
Brand new black 380 that came with this laser nigga
Try me if you want to, you be my example
Ya they sleepin' on me, you get shot in yo pajamas
So my niggas takin' chances, life is just a gamble
These niggas bitches Caitlyn Jenner
I've been on the same trail, got the 'nolia from the post
[I've been ridin' on the sea?], I've been goin' crazy lately
I've been fucked by-bye you niggas
Give a fuck bout none you hoes
Shits 'bout me and my niggas hood nation
A motherfuckin' soldier

You won't understand, you won't understand no
You wouldn't understand

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
Everyday i'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand

I swear you wouldn't understand
Broward County nigga you wouldn't understand
Shit, but you wouldn't understand

Always lyrics - Ace Hood

Always, Always
Always, Always
Always, Always

[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine

I always keep a stick, got that extra clip on me
I got it on my mind, incase they wanna slide on me
That's always [x10]
I'm always with the clique, always with the shits
Always off a sip, always off a 5th, always kept it real
Yeah, always getting fresh, always gotta flex
Never want the sex, always want the neck, always want the best
'Im always on the grind, tryna make another dime
While my youngins in the field, catching cases
It's always about the hustle, always off the muscle
Always dodging trouble, taking chances everyday
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve

[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
Tha'ts always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine

I'm always chasing comas, always in designer
Always got my momma, always know we gonna be good
I was always in the hood, wish a nigga would
Youngin off the porch, i was up to no good
If they try me right now, we can take it outside
All my niggas in this bitch, its going crazy
If you want me in your club, before i walk into the club
I ain't coming in, unless a nigga pay me
No I'm always bout a dollar, always popping bottles
Always with a model, nigga I am making moves
Always got it going, always in a foreign
Always got the hoes, they be repping for the crew
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve

[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine

Enemies lyrics - Ace Hood

I got way too many enemies...got a nigga paranoid

[Hook:]
Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
HEY
Blessings all around me, I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord

Got a lawyer on my phone, I've been stressed all day
I got homies doing life, friends changed, I'm ashamed
I got bands in the safe; bail money just in case
No conceals on my weapons; pray I do not catch a case
Gotta protect my Junior, gotta protect my daughter
Gotta make it back home, my kids expectin' their father
Know ima ride for my brother, I would die for my momma
I'm gon' stand up in court and then tell a lie to your honor
I had to struggle my nigga, where were you then?
I got the money and now they wanna be friends (Where were you?)
I never fucked with you, you know I never did
Im tryna chill on behalf of my two kids

[Hook:]
Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
HEY
Blessings all around me, I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY

Liquor on my breath, I got the shooters ridin' passenger
Treat the beef like Benihana; cook it right in front of ya
I got paranoia pussy niggas so disloyal
When they act like they are for ya just to make my blood boil
Motherfuck all you niggas, motherfuck all you bitches
Just a bunch of them devils out here with spiteful intentions
Against the world, with middle fingers
Blunt in my mouth watch what you say
Get put in danger its in my nature I see
Niggas will pray that you fail, act like they wishing you well
God damn you was my nigga for real, how did we ever get here?
You were supposed to be whippin' that Bentley you with me
You with me from city to city but now that I made it, I'm famous
You say that I'm chaning but why so much hate

[Hook:]
Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
HEY
Blessings all around me, I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY

4 Da Hoes lyrics - Ace Hood

Hehehe, see I like all different types of flavors,
you know, Puerto Rican, oh them Spanish bitches be good too
What we doing tonight!?

[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!

I walked in no talking, just rocks in my watches (whoo!)
All hoes I’m fucking, I can’t even acknowledge (yee!)
Get money, mo money money your college fund in my pocket! (whoo!)
Jealous, they jealous these munchies yee' ain’t got them! (oof!)
Pop a pill and get charged up, how you feel? I give no fucks!
You, you, and your homegirl can meet me in the back of my tour bus!
Young nigga go way up, fuck her good with her legs up!
Came in with yo girlfriend, but I leave with her cause she chose up! (OOH!)
Said she never fucked with a rich nigga (Sorry)
I mean a real nigga, and I know just exactly what to do with her! (YEAH!!)

[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!

Fine, and she classy with a little bit of that ratchet!
Not compared to these lame niggas that ain’t even in my bracket!
Money don’t make you real no, niggas be stunting in the rental
Niggas get stuck in the friendzone, me and yo bitch in the Benzo!
And we fly, hop on the flight to Dubai, fuck if you like it or not
Puffin’ the lye, I am considered the guy maybe you must’ve forgot
I want the world, I need the prettiest girl, I want the one with the curves
Give her the word, you know the one you deserve
While them other niggas get curved! (oooh!)
Said she, never got fucked by a trill nigga
Sexy black, eight pack throw the hip in her!
And I know what’s gon’ happen when I’m done with ‘er! (laughs)

[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I’m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it’s parked outside
We don’t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through; I’m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I’m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I’m faded, unfadedable, nigga don’t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that’s on me, that’s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!