mixtape: "Starvation" (2012)




A Hustler's Prayer lyrics - Ace Hood

I rebuke the devil away from me
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Pray for me mama
Live, Starvation

If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Man I’m sick and tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dog and I felt like this the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter, felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on my mind feel for the hand, I’m just gonna slow sip
Cuz I’m way to stressed and again I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see a man with no fear
Oh lord, oh lord this world is hell although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my vibe. Oh why? Oh why must I just keep on sinnin’?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake, now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s, getting life in prison
I’m tryna tell you man
Watch the ones who you hang around
The enemy approaching any second now

If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Woke up early in the morning, said I gotta get it
Loadin’ up my pistol, I just pray that all my sins forgiven
And I know I’m livin’ wrong but mama, you just pray for me
Gotta make this money so my family forever eating
That Jesus piece around my neck keep the devil away from me
In an old school cut let’s keep that problem with me on the secret
Just hopin’ right but the man above before I go to sleepin’
In nothing lesser than a G, that’s how they bury me
Have mercy on ‘em
If I should die before I wake
Pull me out some liquor when you’re at the wake
And I’ll be good as long as I know my daughter’s straight
Realest shit I ever wrote, this has a hustler's prayer

If I should die before I wait
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Reminiscing lyrics - Ace Hood

Let's rewind life for a second

Let's take these niggas back to '98
Mama in the kitchen, cookin' up her favorite cake
Daddy gone, never home, he say he outta state
Five times I only seen that nigga to this day
And I was blind as a youngun but I learned better
Five kids, visitation, game, never
But ain't trippin', mama did your dirty work?
23 and got a crib that's seven figures worth
Even as a youngun I had bigger dreams
Made another way instead of triple beams
17 all about that green cream
Break that 9 to 5, I quitted in about a week
That's true story, it was overrated
They don't crack those middle fingers cause they under pay me
Back on the block, not a single dollar
I told her mom that hottest nigga had a brother
They laughed at me, they clown me
They hatin' shit, don't want that bitch around me
So I joined the label, dollars and deals
I stayed around the corner from minors who deal
Stacking that money, switching them whips
Motivated by the dope boy ain't gettin' chips
My vision changed, the struggle came
I see my mama cryin', I can feel her pain
The pills are so behind we can't afford a thing
We can't afford a thing
Couple months I met with DJ Khaled
Saw my killing, got a hundred thousand dollars pimp
Call my mother crying like we outta here
Hard times, kiss my ass
Flew the Louie, pressing thousands in the duffle bag
That was 074, back to 20 12
Paid a set, I get one hitin' thirty well
Not sugar coating shit, you niggas fairytale
They free my niggas locked behind them prison cells
I'm one of just a few who send my niggas mail
Hearing a lot of talk 'bout what you niggas do
I'm everywhere, you never there, I'm like a prostitute
Brought my money, let that pistol bust ya testicles
Speaking on my fam you get the medic room
A couple top tens, bitch I'm livin' good
Penthouse in Miami and that record do it
Make them bitches suck it till they catch the fluid
I just lost my daughter but I'm prayin' through it

Starvation, starvation
Livin' every day like I'm on vacation
Underrated, they say I is
And I'm a give 'em hell oh them satan fears

Starvation, Starvation
Like looking in the eyes of a poor baby
Poor baby, they scared now
Did it for you non-believers case you wonder why

Amen
Love

Piss Em Off lyrics - Ace Hood

Fresh on the scene, now you let the swag talk
Watch, I pull up in that foreign just to piss 'em off
Had to whisper to my dog, I say we here to ball
Chain ring, wrist bling, I'm a piss 'em off
Okay, more bottles of Rosay
Ermaz on her waist, complimented by that oche
Looking kinda fly Mr. Hood what them hoes say
Pissing niggas off by the bezel on the watch face
On that nick Shorty, this just how the boss play
Phantom with the two tone, left it with the valet
You don't have a rank, catch me cooping on a Sunday
Bitch I am the shit. We clear? Blue Ray

Check the swag. Yea, it's on
Gettin' cash, the bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss 'em off just to let them haters know
Let 'em know you will never meet a nigga this fly, I ain't lying
Got the top off the wip
You ain't ridin', you ain't ridin'
If the watch under 40
You ain't shinnin', you ain't shinnin'
Piss 'em off, you niggas all talk, ain't bide it

Old man, ten grand, bought the whole mall
Heard they hatin' so I did it just to piss 'em off
Chilling with a bad bitch Mrs. WhatchaCall
Put her in a red bottom just to piss 'em off
Good lord, you know what the wrist cost
Bid the pretty penny probably triple what your rent cost
Get a nigga shine it, like cutting on a chandelier
Hop in about that Porsche, why of course that be tha Panamere
Louie, Gucci, Fini or Versace be my day a pair
Oh that shit got you talkin'
It's nice, Christmas Carol I ain't with the bullshit
I do this for real though
Kick it with a player, talking gang when the field goal
Swimming in some money, fuck around and do a backstroke
You know how I like it baby, you just keep your bag low
Main I'm a dog, my whips are retarded
Swag out of space, you couldn't match it with a martian
Whatcha talin'?

Check the swag. Yea, it's on
Gettin' cash, the bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss 'em off just to let them haters know
Let 'em know you will never meet a nigga this fly, ain't lying
Got the top off the wip
You ain't ridin', you ain't ridin'
If the watch under 40
You ain't shinnin', you ain't shinnin'
Piss 'em off, you niggas all talk, ain't bide it

I kno lyrics - Ace Hood

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probly never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they may watin')
For me to fall off
That will be never dog

From the bottom to the top I came a long way
Used to sip on quarter juices, now it's Rosay
Now that marrow sittin' wider than some Colgate
Baby momma trippin, she do shit the wrong way
Fuck it, gave my lawyer fifty for the court case
Whatcha know 'bout makin' money at a fast pace?
Yea I know the feds steady watching niggas
My younguns play with guns like some matching figures
Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper
Only breaking bread with the realest niggas
Wake up in the morning, greet a bad bitch
Fuck 'er once and then I'm focused where the cash is
Lacing my Gucci's, had to grab ten
I gotta stay safe, bring the Mach 10
And I know they want me dead and gone
Paranoid, I keep that pistol in my carry-on

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probably never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

They told me where you getting money? ', boy them niggas hate
Stacking paper, 23, I'm thinking real estate
On the ship or what I'm driving, we don't renovate
Get money, my niggas, stock in the real estate
Call me by my government when I be at the bank
Talking figures, nigga half a million Ben Franks
Heard them niggas counting mad at some bitch place
Long as my pistol on me I go to your bitch place
Think I really give a fuck 'bout all you pussy niggas
Counting paper, screaming 'Fuck! all of you pussy niggas'
I swear I'm ballin' to my last breath
Brand new prezie on me, call that fucker sudden death
I tell my bitch to keep on sucking till there's nothing left
That shit girl, I just made her admit to grand theft
Yea, and I know they want me dead and gone
Paranoid, I keep that chopper in my carry-on

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probly never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

We On lyrics - Ace Hood

Okay
Uh, okay I walked in the party Mr. swag, so gnarly
With a bad Spanish mammy betta ask somebody
Yea that's my Maseratti, going ham no salami
That's your chick if I like it then I'm straight bo guarding
In the club where the bottles at, Rosay no Muscato
They see me, models follow, ass clap, Aye, bravo
I'll be why then my niggas see my jewels, they six figures
Fuck your girl and her friend. I'm a dog. How'd you figure?
Chillin' with my click and I puff that loud
She don't wanna fuck... then I tell a bitch bye,
Heart so cold, why waste my time?
Twenty on the wrist cause I like the shine
Fuck you niggas who hate on mine
Credit card will not declined
Missionary no, not me, I like that pussy from behind
Bitch I'm balling every day, it's like somebody pressed rewind
All my niggas came from nothing, mandatory that we shine
Private plane and no complainin' if I happen to recline
Same nigga that they doubted and I'm glad they don't remind
Made a million off my hunger, that's just solely my reply
Cause we da best, shit ain't a lie

Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

Okay, now one for the money, Shorty two for the fuck of it
Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence
Meet a bitch and hit it quick and never know her government
I been rocking Hermes and that H don't stand for hooligan
High boy, I fly, high nigga, blast off
You goof truth loose goose prove you ain't cutting soft
We on, we on, way to keep on, bring on
All these cases of that aces, bring them back to my oasis
Taking shots after shots like I'm busting off that 44
Man, that ciroc, got me feeling like I overdosed
Living with my niggas, celebrating, rocking hella gold
Ring hella big, you would think I won the Super Bowl
Yea, we in the building, why the fuck you think it's super flow?
Tell the DJ bring it back and show 'em what we really on
All these women love me cause they know a youngun money long
Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home

Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

I'm F%#k'd Up lyrics - Ace Hood

I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling

Okay, now bad bitches and a friend sip a fit for G
And got more holes knocking at the door, tell them bring them in
Smoking purp, got a fucking pound
White bitch breaking bound
All this gold, cocaine on the floor
Harboring got the poe
Tell your mama bust it open
Rolling drunk off the potion
Hoping I get her open
That pussy, I leave it swollen
I'm the master when you call that up
Beat it up up up like I'm Dr. Paul
I'm up the bat so what it is Shorty?
I'm on that Houston purple serve shit
Never mind, I'm flow, forgot my government
How I peed a pimp though on some Charlie shit
Salute my nigga Bull in case I do forget
I'm getting throwed and I'm way off
Pizza rock, no chase just simply day rock

Switching bitches with my nigga Andy Duff
If you ain't fucked up then what you payin' for?
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm high, I'm drunk
My bitch, she faded
My vision so blurry and I may not make it

And I'm back, ghetto once again
Hoping up off that Benz with a chick and she super thick
Chilling with a couple a friends
Baby what's twins but I'll just hop a bin
But know that depends
You ain't fucking off or feeling me
It's hollaback, that's indeed
Nigga cast these supply of weed
Kick oh bring the lean
Fucking swishers roll that paper like my nigga Wiz Khalif
Getting fucked up that's beside the devil cut some
I'm taking Sam shots and I'm hoping I don't pass out
Them bitches hair style, Moly poppin' they all buyin' uhh
I'm fucked up, not focused
Got a 30 pack of them Trojan's
Gonna do some damage with these mixed twins
Never call for block, I do not go 10
I'm a beat that pussy till the morning

Switching bitches with my nigga Andy Duff
If you ain't fucked up then what you payin' for?
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm high, I'm drunk
My bitch, she faded
My vision so blurry and I may not make it

I can't even feel my face, oh shit
Is that, is that a pony?

Do It lyrics - Ace Hood

I got some real niggas in this bitch
Real niggas big on ride it is
Now who you do it fo'?

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you
I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle
From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin'
I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?

If I die tonight just lace me in Versace gear
I pay for all them pussies, then they hate and spit
Put my casket, rob me eighty to a hundred thou
Nothing less than love, you shall be ballin' down
Realest nigga and it ain't up for debation
I do it for them hustlers all over the nation
Look in my eyes, see what I see
Heir my brother's people, eat what I eat
Word to my momma, bitch I'm tryna die a legend
Pray to God my second home is gon reside in heaven
Pushing that Phantom like it's a coup
No top on my lady, drop off the roof
Young and I'm thuggin', blessed in a bunus
Whatcha know 'bout getting money? Errand in the summer
Did it and done it. Bring it, you want it
I got an answer for your question

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you
I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle
From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin'
I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?

I do it for the niggas in the peniten
Who barely see the sun, that's cause they doin' bids
I pray for all you phantoms away from your kids
Cross through many nights cause I lost one half of a twin
That's why I'm livin' life cause I might die tomorrow
This watch is disrespectful, I might catch a charge
Pull up on my ex I'm like wudup bitch?
This shit I'm drivin' cost a quarter fuck a dumb shit
Back on the block, strapped with the Glock
No tint on the Phantom, see what you not
23, only majored in getting money
Do it for the ones who made a way from nothin'
Shout out them dope boys
Shout out you go getters
One for them broke homies, two for the rich niggas
I was a man when my daddy wasn't
I got an answer for your question

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you
I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle
From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin'
I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?

2-12-12 (Thoughts) lyrics - Ace Hood

RIP Whitney Houston
God bless her soul
I'm just vibin' doe
But for you haters

(Nothing's gonna stop me)
I swear to God
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Andi, Kiko, Renegades
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
(Nothing's gonna stop me)

Money talks so what's your conversation?
Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated
Being broke ain't a joke, that feeling is devastating
Nightmare so that force never stated
Calculating every dollar bill
Reminiscin', they missin' like someone on a mill
Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still
Look at my niggas loyalty's mad real
That's cause we got this from the bottom up
Number slidin' in my homie momma truck
We did what we had to do, we ain't give a fuck
Now we the niggas winnin' dog, wuddup?
Ain't it funny how the time fly?
Couple cars and a twenty story high rise
Took a minute but shit connecting like wi fi
It's fuck you to the niggas who sad my career died
Shit, I'm livin' quite well
On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking lobster tales
With a Spanish mommy give me the opposite the tails
Ask me do I like it, poppy I'm like hell yea
We da best the fuckin' logo
Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos
Own a couple cars but I need one more though
Felt I'm coming soon, real nigga YOLO
True, I'm just rappin' doe aye

Nothing's gonna stop me
I tell 'em (nothing's gonna stop me)
Yea, feel good when you comin' from nothin' homie
But I tell 'er (othing's gonna stop me)
Swear to God (nothing's gonna stop me)
Starvation

In the studio, watching the Grammy's homie
Pray today they nominate the one and only
Probly cry some tears at the ceremony
Only lord knows when they ready for me
Inspiration runnin' through my blood
Motivated from the fact I made it through the mud
Kept my faith although they doubted when I lost my buzz
All over somethin' that I'm winnin' ain't gon show me love
In the street label me underrated
Story for respect my only ultimatum
They ask me who that's why you goin' hard
Cause I just want my mama off that boulevard
I come from a city where there ain't many stars
And given no pity promised them prison bars
Teachers said I won't amount to shit
Graduated high-school, college never in it
Still I manage through seven figures with common sense
And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit
Fuck it right I never stop
Found a way to motivate the niggas' block
Whitney Houston died yesterday
God bless 'er, hope she end up at them heaven gates
Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate
In the mean time, let's let this marinate
Yea, I'm just vibin' doe

Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me)
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me man
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
R.I.P Trayvon Martin
Justice will be served my brother
But guess what
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me)
God bless
Hood

My Life lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Dane Cash)

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm gon make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I will make it back someday

Cold world, killings, this crazy world that we live in
Got minors thugging and dealing life all good fuck authority feelings
Was raised up out of Broward, and my momma didn't raise no coward
Had a job and I worked them hours, my pride would not allow it
Young men holding all that power on dope like fiends with the powder
Came up now the niggas wanna doubt 'em
In the rows ain't talkin' flowers
Everybody wanna be so sour
You mad cause the shit ain't ours
Handouts only for them cowards
No college degree at Howard
I came up from the bottom
They so scared I'm getting hotter
We stacking them fuckin' dollars
Just pray for me, will you mama?
I done came a long way
Wanna know me? Just listen to what the song say

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it back someday

And I told my team that I got us
They were chasing a whole but the commas
Still ball like my nigga Udonis, I
Do me, never mind your comments
Go hard and give it no favors
Be around cause a nigga done made it
Where the fuck was you when I needed?
I'm sick and tired of your hatin'
I'm sittin' cool and I' patient
And my fans are steady waitin'
Why the fuck I haven't blew up?
Why the fuck I'm underrated?
I'm the realest thing going
And most of people know it
To my hood I am a God, an illustrated poet
I don't see no competition
Unless I'm in the mirror
I'm starving in this bitch and I just saved about a million
All my life I've been waiting for this moment
But still I'm screaming fuck 'em
You just show me my opponent, hold up

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it back someday

I've been walking all my life (my life my life...)
I've been walking all my life (my life my life...)
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday (someday someday...)

Promises lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

Uh, crowd full of loud fans, hope I don't choke
White girls going ham, they just so stoked
They just think I'm kinda dope, guess I'm pure coke
Hope they they love me for my drive, only lord knows
My daughter past couple months ago
Feel like I'm breathing tho without a pulse
Nothing like losing what you love most
Promises are just equivalent to false hope

Promises and promises
You said you would be here
A promise is a promise yes
And you said you would be here
But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here

Uh, fuck man, daddy why you such a dead beat?
Why I'm 23 and you ain't never call me
Momma said you was slicker than some hair grease
You's a cheater, what's the point of giving wedding rings?
Poor man, you should be ashamed
Ever since I made it big I ain't been the same
First they love you then they hate you, it's all in the game
Kinda funny when I'm out them people know my name
Ain't life such a bitch dawg?
Took from me to get a deal now da bitch call
Fuck her once and never call get her pissed off
I ain't trippin' leave me 'lone when the dicks soft
Promises, selling promises
Fake friends leave credit counterfeit
Mama in the kitchen cooking butter grits
Only one who stayed around when the others dipped

Promises and promises
You said you would be here
A promise is a promise yes
And you said you would be here
But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here

Man, hard head, should've listened when they told me
God the only man that could hold me
Bad bitches, all looking for a check
And I'm a dope spitter looking for respect
Niggas hating hard, they just tryna flex
Ain't trippin', bring the Phantom through the projects
Young nigga gettin' dumb paid
Drop top, screaming fuck 'em on the highway
Later alligator, crocodile Dundee
Doing bout a buck fifty on the one way
Living fast cause I never had
Middle finger to my ex cause you in the past
So alone with my pen and pad
Keep me lifted, emotions driven, I got it bad
I ain't a killa but don't tempt me
Majority of family is so against me
Figured since I win it big we should all eat
I'm up on 106 and now you wanna call me
Should've never left my west side
Promises are nothing more than a great lie

Promises and promises
You said you would be here
A promise is a promise yes
And you said you would be here
But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here

I've been waiting on you for a long long minute
When you told me that you'd be here I thought you meant it

But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here
Be here
Be-be here
Be here
Be-be here
Be be be be

Slow Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

Now you wanna tell me slow it down
When I tell you bring them hoes around
Wanna kill it but you can't stop (slow down)
Asking me to slow down
In my feeling all caught up now
It's been months since I ain't seen you
Heard thru the vibe you gotta rebound

Now she begging me, she begging me
She ready to do everything
Are you missing me? Well, you'd better be
Let's slow, slow it down

Remember that time we was out in Puerto Rico?
Told me that you love me, it can never be a sequel
Wish I could've paused our love like TiVo
My homie KC, told me that's the way it be though

Her Sex game stupid, head game stupid
I ain't gotta ask, she just do it
Said she da best, I say prove it
We gon slow down the time

Ain't nothing like me you can bet your bottom dolla
Thinking I should call, but I never do bother
Heard you in school, you a fan, you scholar
Heard that I'm doing better now the tricks wanna holla

Celebrity, celebrity
Shinning star so heavily
But damn, I got other things on my mind
You wanna slow down the time

Now you wanna tell me slow it down
When I tell you bring them hoes around
Wanna kill it but you can't stop (slow down)
Only call you after 1 o' clock
Your bad money kinda sorta fine
I like your but it's kinda border line
Tryna put them thoughts in my mind
You wanna slow down
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down

Okay, I'm cool with a bitch named Sandra Lee
Friends with her twin and they both the beast
Head give mean and they Vietnamese
And they love fucking me, they got the similar dream
Money stay the calling, so I fuck 'em and leave
Waste my time and I'm chuckin' the D
So they beggin' me to just slow down the time

You read on my eye
Girl, do that same thing every time
I like when you're around
But I don't know if I, I don't know if I
Could slow it down, slow it down

My nigga ACE said
He has six girls for us that's three a piece, three a piece
What they hittin' for?
He said nothing they just wanna be down with the crew
I said I'll be on my way
He said they already on goose
I'm a ready on that cush
Already on that 80 proof
Hop off in my coop
I press a button and lose the roof
Now that's drop top
Burn the bread, call it pop tart
When I'm in the mall, the nigga shop a cart
Got a U haul in the parking lot

Now you wanna tell me slow it down
When I tell you bring them hoes around
Wanna kill it but you can't stop (slow down)
Only call you after 1 o' clock
Your Bad money kinda sorta fine
I like you but it's kinda border line
Tryna put them thoughts in mind
You wanna slow down
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)

Different People lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Game)

We are different people
Born alone I'm a die alone nigga, a renegade
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
... Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Different aspirations,

Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
I believe in God but deep inside resides the beast in me
Nightmares of being broke, never seem to be a joke
Sliding with that 44, and my life's been revoke
Blind, erase the real g, paid and I'm still me
Real love the real, I don't respect them niggas in between
I'm like achilles from the troy movie, that do some damage like a full uzi
I am nothing like you other dudes
Same come and goes but we got different views
Snitching under pressure that's a never do
Took the lawyer niggas with me as I'm making moves
Talking tough one with to that killer with you in the booth
I'm prepared to die, question is, are you?

We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
... Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations

They I'll will, I'm prepared to die,
I got the blueprint of how to talk that 45
Surprise, realize I can't be fucked with a no scale
Not the hoes, not the money, the swag
Now my g code, I'm a spray and reload
Hit your toe with a tag,
Niggas hood with it, your ace was good with it
He got that ace, I got the spades
Getaway car, we ready for the way,
Or whatever
I can't be stopped, no... I'm the next sun
Half of million dollars up and get some
Burn on my waist I'm hollow shelling, come get some
I flip, you ain't murder around,
Yeah,.. nigga with the blood clot, don't get blood shot
Murder ain't shit for me, I love taking mug shots
Love taking bitches from paris down to jamaica
Love sitting on the flow of rihanna watching the lakers
I'm a bad boy ain't seen puff in years though
But I keep some B.I.G. Off in my ear lobes, hood

We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep, now I lay me down to sleep
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep.

I Solemnly Swear lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Ice Berg)

Yea, and I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Be a real nigga till my casket door closed ah
Dead by the code, and I'm a live by the code
I'm a live by the code
Quit it with the school, this the life I chose

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Ok now 12 years old yea, momma in the kitchen
Told her if my brother went to jail I'm never snitchin'
She said boy go wash them dishes
She must think I'm trippin'
Twelve years later boy I still hold my position
Just that decode emit who let no pussies get me
I go to court, I'm drunk as fuck
I'm stressing on that remit
I hit the stand, I raised my hand
And deny all that's against me
The judge man trippin, tryna get my youngest twenty
I'm like no sir, your honor
I don't know any gunners
Don't know when and where and who it was
That's such a bummer, we good
I'm a live by the G shit
And I solemnly swear to keep a bad bitch

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul (never snitching on no soul)
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Hold up
Park the Chevy, hopped in the back seat of something
Seats reclinin, curtains closed, they ain't see me coming
Blackjack, no even money
You act bad, you gon get your ass wacked while I'm beating something
Use the line, use the line
If you get hit you go rise with your punk ass
It's steady, put it on like you own that
I got an AK in the drawer mat
With a shoulder strap, that's gon clap
With a sole trigger, that's scar niggas
Every time I own it back
And I done lost too many niggas to be slippin'
Now I don't even fall asleep around these bitches
And it ain't no secret, these niggas out here snitchin'
And them bitches is the ones who is considered the realest

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching no soul
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Dead by the code, and I'm a live by the code
I'm a live by the code
Quit it with the school, this the life I chose [x2]

Nothing To Something lyrics - Ace Hood

Uh, a dollar and a dream
Get it by any means
Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
Hard work, it was once a dream
Won it all my nigga, I'm all about the cream
From nothing to something
Nothing to something
Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it

From nothing to something (yea)
To frequently stuntin' (yea)
Used to diss me now them bitches be easily fuckin'
No use for the bucket, I'm whippin' a Phantom
Still I know who get it cheap out of Little Havana
Keep it caution niggas, know who be talkin' bananas
Watch you block up, give a fuck if you holdin' umbrellas
Watch the niggas you around cause motherfuckin' jealous
Pillow talkin' with them bitches could be repercussions
No pity for weak, we playin' for keeps
Put feet on the Jeep and ride with that piece on the seat
No sleep when it's beef here, don't trust the whole from the streets
Niggas set you up and act like they one of your peeps
I got it from nothing, to money your bundles
Don't give a fuck if niggas owe me a couple of hundred
I need that, I'm talkin' asap
Got this shit off the muscle, I'm talkin' way back
Little Frangle you niggas, bitches you hatin' ass
Only reason I come through stuntin' with paper tags
Yellow diamonds be shining, know how to pay back
You niggas boring, I whipped the foreign, it's 8 spac

A dollar and a dream
Get it by any means
Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
Hard work, it was once a dream
Won it all my nigga, I'm all about the cream
From nothing to something
Nothing to something
Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it

Chasing that money still to church on the Sunday
Hustling foreigns, upgrade you swagger from bummy
Still got that pistol tucked by the waist and the tummy
Fucking these bitches, still they can't get nothing from me
Rolling on 4G idles and move to the paper
Let the wrist, ain't got the window to fuck up a hater
Let's get 'em pissed, look at my latest bitch
You will think Beyonce ride with me at the wheel
Bitch we the business, couple million
Swimmin' in fuck what you think or you feelin'
Hustle hard, so potent with balls
Still whippin' them cars, don't know what's in the garage
I'm rich yay, crib got a few in the made
She cook what I crave, wake up to water and waves
It's boos livin', pimpin', you in it or not
Whole team balling, bitches you fuckin' or not?
Rollie on me, got more cracks than a crack-head
26's on the chicas in Bali
I got what I needed, consistently dreamin'
Lookin' at hustler dog if you never seen it

A dollar and a dream
Get it by any means
Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
Hard work, it was once a dream
Won it all my nigga, I'm all about the cream
From nothing to something
Nothing to something
Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it

Hallucinations lyrics - Ace Hood

Uh, Feeling like I been crucified
Haven't been the same since my daughter died
Paranormal flourished than my state of mind
Kinda hard for me to orchestrate a fucking rhyme
Last night I took some pain killers
And I became friends with a death dealer
Couple minutes later I was stupid numb
Slowly blinking, thinking where I got this pistol from
Damn I was fucked up
Still wonder why my daddy had abandoned us
Lost my dog when he decided to put them hammers up
Left the dope game so crackers couldn't jam him up
Heatin' pain off in my cold heart
These niggas playing foul like a false start
How my youngest pull your card like it's Hallmark
Choppa stop a nigga like a cross guard

Oh Lord I'm a mad man
Screaming starvation to the motherland
Never money over brothers man
I don't think they understand
Hear the pain that I'm so poor
It's like the lions when the pack roar
Come meet the last of a dying breed
Guaranteed that this some shit you've never seen
Black man, no college degree
Still a made a way for my mama to eat
Million dollars made and I did it in peace
But still I am a flirt to the fucking police
I forever be a field nigga
As long God with me, I'm a deal with em
Paranoid only Lord knows
Thinking I'm seeing people and the phantom ghosts

God Bless

mixtape: "The Statement 2" (2011)




Intro lyrics - Ace Hood

Well it's the beast from the bottom
Only holler bout a dollar
Quarter mil around the collar
H double O D the rider, huh

Realest shit I've ever stated
Hottest and underrated
Can't debate it, know they hate it
Now they wonder what I'm makin'
Falsifying accusations
Fuck the rumors they created
I'm the future

Bitch we better then the best
Ain't no settlement for less
Any nigga wanna test it
And they get graded by the tech
Hop up outta that new slid'a
With a European model
"Getting' money, " that's the motto
Don't believe it? You can swallow theeeeese
Nuts

From the bottom to the top
I've done been through quite a lot
Khaled tried to tell them niggas, but they wouldn't give me props
Took a minute, now I'm back up in it
Now they on the jock
If you've seen the shit I've seen
I guarantee it'll never stop
I'm that hell on earth
Put my great God first
Body bag any verse
I should record it in a Hearse
Ain't no ceilin' on the vert'
Stuntin' on 'em, know it hurt
Know a bunch of real niggas
But they young, and they'll learn
Just don't end up on a shirt
R.I.P my nigga Zerk
Straight up outta reppin' Broward
Fuck a hater, lay in dirt
Where my CEO at?
We the best, don't stress
Period, cotax
62 the Maybach
Shit's stretched, Bowflex
Haaa haters take that
This the statement
Mother fuck the world
Payback!
Nigga

The Realist Livin' lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Rick Ross)

OK now hood off in this mother fucker
Got the niggas all rolling hollering
Beast back in this mother fucker
And I'm into this bitch don't make me click off in this
Motherfucker
Better ask them bitches, I'll be swimming on they distance lover
Want to have my baby, trick you crazy
I keeps a rubber.
Never ever play me for no sucker
And I ain't stutter
I ain't into that bull I sip Muscatto and I'm lay back
That brand new Maserati inside of a suede black
And the chick I'm with hella thick just know that I fillet that.
I swear that pussy good she good she looky love the nookie
I'm just a nigga who addicted to this money flow
Ain't nobody on his level run and tell him fo
That's real shit, I swear my swagger keep an attitude
Pistol on me homie, he won't show no gratitude!
Don't want no problems, let this bust off in your blatter too
Standing ovation for the realest nigga in the room.

[Bridge:]
From the day that I was born, up out the womb
Pledge allegiance to keep to real and pay my dues
Honor the mother and the father, death for dishonor
I am my brothers keeper and that's before the mighty dollar
Standing ovation!

[Chorus:]
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!

Mirror mirror on the wall who the realest
They say that God don't fear nobody I'm his spitting image
Look in my eyes and see the beast
My kind is rare invented
Choppa on the seat will have you call on your religion?
Father God come and bless me, I'm a sinner mane
You know these niggas talking tough gone need a dinner plan
Don't make me send those niggas, off into that mini van
I ain't no pillar, put a thousand on your brother head
Real shit, you're looking at the realest living tho
Only niggas speaking real, I never sugarcoat
Way to many niggas banging and they're selling dough
I don't know a thing about it, I just get my hustle on!
To legit the quit, I really got my heater chrome
Call that style my BFF and I don't leave you home!
And that's word to my momma, don't want no drama
Loyal to the bone, and that's before I see the commas

[Bridge:]
From the day that I was born, up out the womb
Pledge allegiance to keep it real and pay my dues
Honor the mother and the father, death for dishonor
I am my brothers keeper and that's before the mighty dollar
Standing ovation!

[Chorus:]
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!

Smoking like Harry Potter
My flow keep getting hotter
She dances to my singles
Bet she just want a dollar
Uh, but I got her, I know she a dog
She know that I'm balling, she know who the boss
Got the 2 door the 4 door I even get the trucks
Getting loo like ma ludo Mommy, I got the bucks
Call it killers, they're lurking I see 'em in the gust
Remember as soon as I point a finger, you're getting touched
Play with fire, I could get you sent to hell
Angel of death, I could hit her on the cell
Speed dial, double MG God forgives and I don't you niggas will see

[Bridge:]
From the day that I was born, up out the womb
I pledge allegiance to keep it real and pay my dues
Honor the mother and the father, death for dishonor
I am my brothers keeper and that's before the mighty dollar
Standing ovation!

[Chorus:]
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!
For the realest nigga living
Standing ovation!

Free My Niggas lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
Hey man
This a message to the judge
Mother fuckin' DA
Mother fuckin' fed's

HA!

[Hook:]
My homie hit me on the hip
And say he outta jail
Said he beat the charge
Crackers let him post a bail
I told him, "Ok, I'll be there in 30 minutes"
Hit the interstate, the Chevy on them 26's
Fuck the police, and the judge too
Here's a message from my hood, and my whole crew
Free my niggas
Free my niggas
Free my niggas
Free my niggas
Free my niggas
Free my niggas
Free my nigga!

[Verse 1:]
Hundred miles n' hour, speedin' on the interstate
I'm just tryin' to dodge the fed's and penitentiary
I keep my pistol on me strictly for my enemies
A nigga playin', bet that he put out his misery
Old school, drop top, thuggin' I will not stop
See a bitch I want and make her strip just like a chop shop
Fuck you!
Niggas
They snitchin' on everybody
Free my niggas
Free my niggas
That shit go for everybody
Let my homie Boosie go
And my nigga Super Zoe
I've been on that money tip
Shows go for 20 more
Yeah my dawg jumpin'in
He already got his jewelry on
Rocks in every pocket
He already got his money long
That's just what the real do
Pussy we don't feel you
Jump up out the Phantom, Louie sandals when I peel through
Hatin' I am sheild proof
Yeah nigga sheild proof
I almost forgot
[?] free my nigga Stan fool

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I think my phone ringin'
Number I don't recognize
I look up at the phone they called a couple times
So I pick up that bitch like, "Who the fuck is this?"
My dawg said, "Yo!"
I'm like, "Oh shit!"
"What up nigga, what up nigga?"
He said, "I hit your phone just to fuck with ya"
I asked him how he up
He said, "I'm maintainin'"
Cell phone in jail, I'm like I can't blame him
Judge try'na give my nigga 3 to 5
Lawyer try'na minimize them numbers down
He said some nigga snitchin' when they went to trial
Them fed's caught him slippin', we was kind'a wild
I holler free my niggas every single concert
Salute to all my homies who was 'round first
I do this for ya'll, I do this for ya'll
And soon my niggas get here we gonna fuckin' ball!

[Hook]

Luv Her lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. 2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]
I used to luv her
Fuck it.

[Hook:]
Yeah she used to tear down the mall
Findi, prada and all
Swear that pussy was great
I let her have it her way
I used to luv her [x2] yeah boi

She started fucking them lames
Throwing dirt on my name
Tried to creep with my dog
Guess it's a part of the game
I used to luv her, yeah boi I used to luv her

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I had a bitch named Diane
Stashed her work in her hammer
Bad bitch from Atlanta
Had a job as a dancer
She was fine as a mug
Shake her ass in the club
Fuck her once and I spolier
Now I'm falling in luv
I swear that pussy was power
Dick her down for some hours
On some pornstar shit
She sniffed her coke off the counter
This bitch was bad
Supa bad
Cooking and cleaning ass
Poking out of them
Vicky secrets
What's the desire? I'll supply you with some shopping sprees.
Gave her my card and my brand new panaramo keys
So she went sour
Heard to much about her in the street
They say she was doing everybody that's including me
Get off of work another nigga she would go and see
Tell me she luv me be creeping when a nigga sleepin'
You old silly ass
Trick something in my sleeve
Bitch where my card where my keys youse a memory

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Ok this story about Sonya
Meet her through Rhaseda
While your drink was on the coaster
I was down in Costa Rica
Actions speak loud
And I feel that talk is cheaper
Original d-boy I was texting
Using beepers
How I ended up with a Porsce
Started with a Regal
Ended-up with Sonya and started off with Lisa
See Sonya got a girl friend so you know
The prosedure
And I'm a keep it pimpin
Church Cathedral
Chopper in my beamer
Real nigga like Luseal
And I'm tired of ballin
But I ain't talking bout Tela
You have no ideal tequila in my freezer
And I didn't go to prom
I was in love with a beaker
Looked up to the felons
Said what's up to the preacher
Getting all this new money like "hi" it's nice to met you
Breakfast in the bedroom like it was nice to eat you
Took her to the mall
And brought her a bag with the sneakers

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
I'm in that 4 door ho
Rocking my fresh polo
I got my seat back low
I'm in that bitch solo
I'm sick and tired of them hoes
Playing that role on the low
Claiming they faithful and shit
That's how that game gonna go
They fall in luv with your money
And like with your swagger
See that new chick you fucking
Nine out of ten I done had her
Keep my hoes to the money
Family is what matters
All that get is this dick
And bubblegum out the wrapper
I had a bad lil chick
I'm talkin' bad as shit
The way them titties was sitting
And all that ass so thick
I had to bag that quick
And I was gone all in
A couple months we done chill
Found out that bitch wasn't shit
They say the whole hood hit
I told her get lost trick
I should of knew you was shawn for the group you were with
I used to, luv her
I used to luv her
But I ain't tripping I just hit the club and find another

[Hook]

Shit Done Got Real lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Busta Rhymes & YelaWolf)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mother fuck this industry
God bless my enemies
Too many lame niggas try'na speak
Till they find a beat, it don't bother me
But um
Any nigga can't rap get out, him ASAP
Talkin' about their trappin' again
Hopped in the booth
I've been the truth
Got proof
Guess who was the popular kid?
Ya it's me in a drop top with a Glock out
Pop shots in the back of your head
Aimin' at your esophagus
Don't count of survivin' the lead
{See I'm so pissed off to the litter}
{Like a flow with the riddle}
Let her ass cheek giggle
I'm a dog and I'm all in the middle
Fuck her, ran her, got balls all in 'em
What!?
Damn ma' can't call up a nigga
Bust that real fast for all of my niggas?
Gotta man? Well it's fuck that nigga
I'm good anywhere like I'm SunPassin' 'em
God damn my flow so amazin'
Ask renegades, they can quote that statement
Your bitch wanna have my babies
Nigga fuck you, pay me

[Hook: Ace Hood]
Ok it's money over them bitches
Coffins go to them snitches
Talkin' outta your ass
You're gonna need a little more than them stitches
Shit done got real, shit done got real
Shit done got real, shit done got real
Any given day you could be victimized
Just pray and hope one day you see them {heavenly} skies
Shit done got real, shit done got real
Shit done got real, shit done got real

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I don't really think you niggas get it
I'm a decorate your face kind'a like an upholstery nigga
It's getting' kind'a real up in this motherfucker
I don't think you should really even approach me nigga
Lay down motherfucker you ain't heard what I said
Why you try'na play me closely nigga?
And now you wanna talk?
I'm already about to die while you stranglin' and really try'na choke me nigga
Tell a nigga that I cut a nigga till you see the white meat
But I don't really eat poultry nigga
Fuck it, it don't matter anyways
Cause you know you're about to lay up in a box kind'a cozy nigga
Look
It be gettin' kind'a bafflin' to me
When a dude be actin' like he know me nigga
And then I had to let it go
A couple of friendly reminders
{Till they get to} sink it in your meat slowly nigga
Hit a nigga for their shit
Make a nigga strip down, bare
Yogi nigga
I know it's unbelievable
Well bitch, ya betta believe it
{It's the ones} that know me nigga
Beat him like the boy omi nigga
If you watch, {whoopin'} like a ceremony nigga
And when I'm finished with him
Go and get his little bitch
Let her blow me nigga
I wanna cry for you friend
{Why ya try to front when} you've got so much to lose
Problem is that I'm the one to show you the truth
And talk about you when a nigga get in the booth
You niggas betta know the deal when I come through
Better learn or you gonna {feel}
{And by they way shit is lookin'}
Shit done got real
Shit done got real

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Shit done got real, Yela got a deal
Shit done got real, Yela got a deal
Hold up, wait a, minute
Did you say my name, and offer me to
Drive up in this motherfucker
Park it like a Buick Regal?
You in need of, usin' needles
Feel like you wanna shoot up this dope
Well let me swerve in, like syringe
To the veins of the game with another unique quote
You need a boat
You've done got deep
I'm so dirty, you need the soap
You need the hope
And a wish ain't nothin' like the real thing bitch
Say you need to cope
White bread, white bread
You need a loaf?
Spread butter on it
Dead my opponents with the lead
Yeah I'm goin'
Where am I goin'?
Could it be that Eminem only knows!?
When a synonym {talks} with a syllable
I mean comparable
It's kind'a like a {Motorola crossed with other Motorolas} talkin' to the world in a {parable}
Hella cold
Flow done put my family in Freda clothes
Extra vegetables, on a plate, and steak right next to those
I got to get it buddy
And if it's dirty and wet
I'll get it muddy
Fuck clean kicks
I done walked through green shit
And I did it public
So when I wipe my shoes on hip hop's welcome mat
And I leave a stain
Paybacks a bitch
That's my way of sayin'
Keep the change

[Hook]

Forgiv'n lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

[Intro: Ace Hood]
Aceee
Waited my whole life for this moment
Head to the sky

[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Thank you for patience
For forgiveness
For your angels watching over me
I shoudn't be livin'
Lord I'm sorry for my sins
But these streets ain't forgivin'
No these streets ain't forgivin'
Na these streets ain't forgivin'

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I would never fear a man who could breathe my air
Only God himself
I got my mind on wealth
Quit a job, thank God momma betta' in health
Fuck the world man I felt like I could manage myself
Hard times came around lord I needed your help
Lost my dog can't describe the pain I felt
Couldn't make it to the funeral I hold that guilt
I done been through shit
Nealy lost my life, nearly lost my mom
I toss and turn at night
Now my times are betta'
No eviction letta'
Why did God bless me, I'm tryin' put it together
Ain't nobody here perect
Please wash my sins
Doin' women because they love the way I ride that benz
Plus my penthouse fly
I invite them in
Young man 23 dear God I repent

[Hook: Kevin Cossom]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay now 1 for the money
Way to much in dough
3 for the niggas who doubted me on the low
Said that I wouldn't make make it your predetermineds a joke
I inherited a glow
Many livin' with out it
Ask me I how did I do it
Tell them I never doubt it
Quittin' never considered
Many blessings delivered
Friends became haters, the money turning em' bitter
Betrayel in my soul, I'm cold like late december
Daddy look at your son
Millionaire in the makin'
I pray one day that you call
Cause you proud and happy I made it
Never probably maybe
Leaving was kinda shady
Hope this eats you alive
My tears no longer cried

[Hook: Kevin Cossom]

Some people try and they try and try
Just to get by
But me? I'm a' do what I got to do but I'm a get mine

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Loyalties to my team
And that's all I scream
Real niggas do real things
I say that we just gettin' richer is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
I say the money the motive
Opportunity closer
Ridibg in that new phantom
In my city I'm hova
I put in my time
And that's word to maroni
24's on the mero
I did it just like kobe

[Hook: Kevin Cossom]

Some people try and they try and try
Just to get by
But me? I'm a' do what I got to do to get mine

My Speakers lyrics - Ace Hood

Ace knocking my speakers [x3]

[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]

Okay
I'm still spitting that ether
Real shit on your speakers
No top on that Beamer
Diagnosed with Leukemia
I'm that young nigga who don't pay
Old school on duece treys
Real nigga no fool gaze
Shoot clips like P Swayze
Young boy, he swagged out
Diamonds on me, they stand out
Big money, don't do drought
Fuck her she don't use mouth
Ace Hood in your speakers
A lot of ya'll my sequel
Walk a mile in my sneakers
But a nigga won't reside in my features
I'll be okay flyest nigga on your runway
No kids allowed we on that gun play
And sweep put it on my mama
I'm a dog when it come to them commas
You play you lay wit my nigga rose

[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]

Okay now money of them bitches
Hopping up out of that new Bentley
Strapped up like Yosemite
Gotta keep that from my enemies
This smoke fool no chimney
That getting money my remedy
You's a family guy you to giggity
That hating shit it waste energy
Nigga I'm riding round and I'm getting it
That Mossberg in dickies
My jury called me 250
I'mma talk a bitch out her vickies
Boy I can knock my speakers
That stealing flows from their teacher
Ain't rock around with no skeezer
That's straight droppin this speaker
I'mma let my nigga rosay teach em
Anybody want problems see me
20 grand won't do no freebies
I'm rated R and you PG
You sweet homie like kiwi
Your money small lie a tepee
We headline TMZ
Out the bed I've been born a G

[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]

Yuup lyrics - Ace Hood

H, double O, D, nigga that's me
Low key, don't talk to the police
Ridin round in the city in a two seat, tucked
Nigga osta la vista
Never love em, I fuck em and leave em
On occasion I'm sippin tekila
Got my stripes like dem adiiiiiiiiii- HAH
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga that's my callin
30 grand in the wrist I'm ballin
Big diamonds and all dem flawless
Sippin on that whatcha-ma-call-it
Goddamn I'm way too loco
Blame it on that cocoa loso
Four hoes introduced to da four door
Low pro, two fours in in my polo
On ten getting head in a low-low
Don't stop hoe dc go-go
Fuck ya'll niggas hatin on me for?
Probably cause a nigga rich in a low-low
I'm too fly
And you not
You tell lies
I do not
Real nigga though
Got plenty hoes
20 grand a show
That's minimul
Can't stop the money on relax
Big bank, a swag and a mayback
Hop off the glock and I need that
Cock back and aim at yo fitted cap
Ya'll boys don't want no drama
If you do you don't love yo momma
My niggas all about dem cooooooooooooommmmmmmmm-
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga back off in here
All black with a strap
My war gear
Ride with my city and I'm from here
Not too many niggas don't wanna go there
Vacation, no way don't care
Dem boys in da hood they don't care
Hit em up to the clip click woah there
Big 5, got mine, don't go there
But okay I'm off of that bull
Keep hatin all of them should
Rob me, I wish that they would
You can die beside of yo bud
Get it right though
See the neck hoe?
Ten chains on
City fat glow
That's a 100k
For the neck game
Need a bad bitch
For the net gain
Gotta peep the swag I'm in a new thang
Flat black, got a ride like bruce wayne
And that shit be kickin like liu kang
Ridin round I'm gettin it like two chains
Fly, guy, that's all in the feed back
Thick bitch, you know a nigga need that
Ain't trippin in the lane who bad mouth
Money talk is all I speak bout
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup

Be Great lyrics - Ace Hood

[Verse 1:]
Uh guess again they hesitant
Just to let him in
Walk a mile in my shoes
I swear they never did
Nor they never will
Finally I'm center fielder
See a mill cry tears, for my old fields
Looking back I promise mama that I never will
Gave me chills this humble nigga remaining still
Underrated be the best my ultamatum is in my flow
Cultivate'm, moving like a terminater ugh
So inspired the swagga they so admire
Sitting court side with the Boss with the empires
Used to be a dream I'm a smoking the entire
Moment
R.I.P. My homies
Differnent kind of strokes
For The boy Gary Colemen
Meeting different women
And I swear I gottem open
No love for them because my ice box frozen
Been to the bottom now it's spring like Poland
Wattup 'tho
Renegades we rewritin history
I'm inspired by the beat
Cups for victory

[Hook:]
Hey hey hey hey
And I been through that pain
In my life earning my stripes
But still I'm going fight this war
Cause they say that I won't
Show them I will
You with me let me hear you say
That we never gone stop aim for the top head to that sky
I just wantto be great
Be great be great be great
I just wanna be great
Be great be great be great
I just wanna be

[Verse 2:]
Hella passinate adamint yes accurate
Science to the game I study like that anatomy
Used to can't battle me now I triple your salary
Back full of batteries that's definition of strategy
Day I let them win homie that'll be death of me
Something you will never see
Dope like methamphetamine
Riding in some shit that probably dropping 2017
Martin Luther ain't the only one who had a dream
I just wanna be great MJ style
Doubted by the critics hiphop's stepchild
Little boy or girl why your head down
You can be great you just got to say it proud
On a mission my ambition got me living different
Big crib but a made man living in it
Words to my niggas they the living witness
Believe that I'm great glad you here to witness

[Hook]

Check Me Out lyrics - Ace Hood

Oh, holly molly, rollin on me fuck your click, the homies
I get money, paper taller than that fool Ginobli
Just know my kardashian ain't talking Khloe
And these bitches all up on my dick,
But I ain't talking moby
They say my swagger super dumb, but hey, I graduated
I got that shit, that will make your bitch, forget you penetrated
And the freaky shit you like I'll make her demonstrate it
Uh, plus a nigger upon these boys
Illustrate it silly ass, niggers swag kill ‘em like the chopper do
Turn ‘em into milkshake
Serve ‘em at the jumbo juice
All you niggers super sweet like candy at the carnival
Riding through my city not a judge but I'm your honor hoe
See me fucking shoes? medium rare
Rear bottom, you can spot ‘em like a cheetah nere
I'm a fly nigger, but you knew it though
A million dollar nigger, only twenty fours
Check me out, check me out
That new ferrari, let's test it out
Diamonds on my neck and wrist let's take a camera shot
Ok, let's crack this bitch, back up, better know my fucking name
A-C-E-H double O-D luggie and some fuckin brain and that shit go where she think, that whip on me is major pain.
Way too much of hatin you should be ashamed, black camaro call that fucker V-Rames
Might throw it on 6′s like LeBron James
Intercept your bitch, now that's the ball game!
Just keep on stealin flows I wont call names
But hey!

[Chorus:]
Now when I'm out, and you see me
I know you're watching like I'm your tv
Now check me out, now check me out
Yeah, you see these shoes [?]
They don't come out
We're talking money,
That's what I'm about
Now check me out, check me out!
Now check me out, check me out!
Just check me out, yeah, yeah!

Twenty free and got a billion dollars mind, frame
Spend forty thousand dollars for my time frame.
Diamonds in my belt, boy thats time change
Triple black ferrari, call him bruce wayne!
Mr. hood a problem he be stuntin hard
Fuck them bitches talking get this cock-asaurus
Hop out of the jeep with christian louis vuittons
But I know I run the shit like relays through batons
Wildin ass nigga swag kill ‘em like the hollows do
Say my flow is super sick, diagnose some Thera-Flu
Pistol kiss ya lips, I make that hoe go off and marry you
Bye, bye you, burie you, anybody wonder if they can get that too
Dog with the hoes and a beast in the booth got two cars but I need that coop
Nine times outta ten I don't need that roof
Just check me out when I come through
Fuck you and your momma fool, your auntie hatin fuck her too
Ask anybody I'm the truth in the booth keep talking shit you'll lose your tooth
That's silly nigger, eatin the pickle dillys
I holler free my niggers, and they ain't talking willy
My whip do 215 shout out my nigger, feel it
Shout out my nigger, khaled for all my latest grammys
Yeah, check us out!

[Chorus:]
Now when I'm out, and you see me
I know you're watching like I'm your tv
Now check me out, now check me out
Yeah, you see these shoes [?]
They don't come out
We're talking money,
That's what I'm about
Now check me out, check me out!
Now check me out, check me out!
Just check me out, yeah, yeah!

Pay Her Bills (Cardiack Beats) lyrics - Ace Hood

Okay

Ass in the air keep your face down
And ima pat your body this a shake down
Redbone, hair long tatted up
Love to ride a nigga tell her saddle up
Money in my pockets, in the fitted jeans
Ciroc and sprite I mix it with a lemon squeeze
Jump out the Phantom this was once a dream
All this ice around me tryna dodge a breeze
I'm cold as hell, nigga aw I mean the slow
Got them bitches throwin pussy soon I hit the door
They like hello Mr. Hood we been waitin on ya
And fuck these lame niggas we been hatin on ya
that's cause I'm getting too much money mind ya business
You think it's sweet then I'll throw seven to ya kidneys
Brand new grill on the mirror, fuck the dentist
Never mind them haters, I just want you all to witness

Shawty pop that pussy on the headstand
Like my women, I come with a girlfriend
She won't do the honors then another will
See, a baller do whatever for them dollar bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
Fuck it, I just do it to enjoy the thrills

Tall heels and your clothes done evaporated
Ima call the shots and you just demonstrate it
Gon pop that pussy like you know the deal
40 K in ones bitch I'm payin bills
Fuck them other niggas they irrelevant
That whip I got outside screamin arrogance
Walk up in the club middle finger high
Swag killin niggas call it suicide
Niggas try me they gon wear a suit and tie
Make them killas turn you into apple pie
Black young nigga with a .38
Sit in that Mercedes, that's expensive taste
Hoppin up out that bitch, I got my Rolee on
Crack rock diamonds, I'm a rolling stone
Fuck you and your friends, what my homies on
But first I need you to listen to my favorite song

Shawty pop that pussy on the headstand
Like my women, I come with a girlfriend
She won't do the honors then another will
See, a baller do whatever for them dollar bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
Fuck it, I just do it to enjoy the thrill

Body 2 Body (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Wale & DJ Khaled)

[DJ Khaled:]
Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends
And we can be friends, this the remix

[Hook - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body, Body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But We should be body to body
Body to body, body to body

[Ace Hood]
What it do lil' mama, I was thinking we'd get more acquainted
Baby this the G-mix we get heated leave them panties ain't it?
She say her last was super wack his sex was overrated
Gotta give her da good I'm liking da wood and now it's over lady
I give her that pound game, then I slows it up
Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff
See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass
If it's wet enough I might just need a wine glass
Ha, I'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds
A house on my pinky, We body 2 body, I keep me a hottie
She kinky as hell, get it off in the lobbies

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right
Mean alot more to me, check me out

[Verse]
You only live once, tonight we do it twice
Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right
Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
My tommorrow braxton, doin' shows too
Paid well, like she supposed to, I'm a made man
I'm into old school, no jewels which is ruff for me
But she's so cool, I kiss her carefully
Emergency room, she was there for me
Right back on my feet, I swear I'd never leave

[Hook]
[DJ Khaled interrupts the hook]
THIS IS... REMIX

[Wale]
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
Ya see all we got is tonight and I ain't tryna see that far, all we need is convienient love
And I don't mean convo when I say I wanna know how deep you are
Heheh, look

[Verse]
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
You could ask me all you want, but my name ain't oh my god
Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap
She scratchin' all on my back, jawn like fuckin' up my new tats

Girl work it out, spread it out like work of mouth
You know I'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out
Now we body to body, go inside and she shakin'
Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation
I ain't really been trickin' but Ms. body's persuasive

Keep yo mind out my business, I keep yo body in labels
And I'm stuntin' once expired my movements Gordo
My Penn Stated I ain't lyin', Shout out Mr. Paterno

Word up... Wale

[Hook]
[DJ Khaled interrupts the hook]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
(THIS THE REMIX..)
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
(WE DA BEST MUSIC)
We can be body to body, Body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But We should be (ACE HOOD) body to body
Body to body, body to body

We da best (Maybach Music Group Tag) Remix

"Blood, Sweat & Tears" (2011)




King Of The Streets lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. T-Pain)

Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!

Okay, it's blood, sweat, and tears, that be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving up, the realest shit I ever quote
Look into my eyes and you can see I hustle twenty-fo, twenty-fo, twenty-fo
Hours grinding, overdose, running, running in the studio: recording animal
People want that gutter back, that's just who I do it for
Giving 'em that manure flow, how would I know, I'm trained to go
Heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck it hears a dick to blow
Now I'm on the top of shit, now they're showing sportsmanship
What it do and what it be? niggas on some other shit
Bitch I'm on my own lane, only god can judge me
All you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat
And I am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast
Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene
Teddy p and mr. hood, you can call it history
We the best and fuck 'em all, we winning like we charlie sheen!

Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!

Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating
I been waiting, yeahhh boy I been waiting
Heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness
I'm a mother fucking problem, y'all still in pajamas
Sleeping on the hottest while I'm out here chasing commas
Put that on my momma, I'm a give 'em hell while they locked up in a cell
We the best is gon' prevail, don't believe in seeing fail
I'm conceited, you can tell, look the devil in the eye, say I'm hotter than your hell
And I'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy
Bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now
Don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
See me, you salute me like a mother fucking drill scout
Stunting on you niggas, watch the beamer when it pulls out
King of these streets, come and see me when you travel south

Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!

Go N' Get It lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
(I do it)
Blood sweat tears
Ace Hood
(I do it)

[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems got me stressed out
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean

[Verse 1:]
Uh
Money the root of evil guess I'm the devil then
Bag full of dead faces like Afghanistan
Hundred K or better, custom made barrettas
How about that paper cheddar
Hopping out that bemer leather
Tell em get a load of this bezel
Big face and the rocks all pebbles
Don't grind and a nigga don't shine fuck ya'll gotta get mine
Big dog, big money on mind
Running like to the sun up rise
Money it never sleeps got bags up under my eyes
Just know I gotta get it mama very sickly plus I'm expecting twins
That's just what heaven sent me
God fearing nigga this I who in the flesh
'Fore I let my people starve
God bless my soul to rest

[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low,
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
With so many problems got me stressed up
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean

[Verse 2:]
OK now riding around with that rocket
Niggas trying to steal my flow tho
Thank you for the promo
We the best still be that logo
OK back upon my dough shit
Sliding on in them two six
Lights due, car note, baby fees plus rent
Nigga just no doubt no I'm out here
Tote my.9 without fear
Most you niggas pussy, yeah I'm talking paps smear
Lord guide me as my day go, trying get my mom off pay roll
When I put her in that Benz-o,
Get kinda hard when them funds low
I'm sick and tired of her crying, tired of nickel and dimes
Look at her in her eyes but I know your son gonna rock
'Cause I'm a God fearing nigga 'cause I am in the flesh
Who won't let my family starve God bless my soul to rest

[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low,
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way to many problems got me stressed out
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean

Errrythang lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Yo Gotti)

That's on errrythang

[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood:]
I got a pocket full of that green shit
Get getting head by some bitch who made the dean's list
Head great, talking Tony the Tiger
Ridin in that white Mercedes I call it Delilah
Twenty-fo's
Pigeon toes
Plus the coupe came with a bitch that's from the Poconos
I watch my money come, never see it go
Hit the club and watch me blow it like a saxophone
That's on errrythang, I'm talking errrythang
Told my jeweler I got fifty for my pinky ring
Straight cash, hoppin out that spider thang
Never was no local joker
Don't say AH "I told ya"

[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games

[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
I say my family good (family good), my niggas too
I just bought my bitch a Benz and I call her Boo (Boo)
I'm chasin money (I am)
You niggas chasin hoes (hoes)
We call 'em plays, we call it pink 'n rose
Me in the Chevy sit up high, the Lambo sittin low
I'm doin a hunned burnin heads damn near lost control
I'm ridin swervin, I'm ridin servin
My paper confident, I guess these niggas money nervous
That's on errrythang, he a real nigga (I am)
Bitch I'm talkin bout myself cuz I don't feel niggas (Gotti)
I feel realer, that's on errythang
I'm hittin the club tonight and bitch I'm rockin errythang

[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games

[Verse 3 - Ace Hood:]
Went to the dealership, hunned thou in cash
Brand new sale fifty, dropped that on the dash
Better get you one, read that off the tag
That's on errythang, boy got that MacGyver swagg
Stuntin on 'em, Evel Knievel
Swagg so illegal houses as big as cathedrals
That's some other shit, probably with my other bitch
Hoppin out that mothership, my pistol got that rubber grip
Real nigga, circle of G's
Better watch these niggas cuz they snitchin just to get a plea
That's real talk (real talk)
Money my order, that's on errrythang
Don't say AH "I told ya"

[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games

Hustle Hard lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shit than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she fucking, I know so
Nigga ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about de l'argent
Nigga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley
This is the same old shit

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz:]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes
Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads
Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The [?] Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues
I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper
Shades on I can't see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga
I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's
Bitches I don't trust em
Fuck em once, I fuck em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up

[Chorus]

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