Flex lyrics - Ace Hood

Day in day out, nigga we countin' money

It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for

Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks

Ok I'm tryna have a six, just bring me my chick
I'm counting through the money just make sure that it's correct
Try and short me on some paper, I hope you brought you a vest
Keep my 9 when I slide, that's one thing I won't forget
Got my 20 men to spare, I use the chick just for her neck
Catch shit all and you better not spit
Better not bite, baby girl, you lick
On another time better make this quick
Shawty that mean when she suckin' that dick
Tell 'er slow down and she might catch a fit
Sippin' on some white while she goggle that shit
Back to the money like I never left that
See me and a friend I never did make that
Keep a hundred grand in a black Lou bag
Blacks on fire right up underneath that
Got a couple bad bitches, let 'er see bag
20-4 show, nigga run to the lap
Blow a couple bands and I run that back
Fuck a nigga man nigga straight like that

It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for

Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks

Ok now Rosay pop that open
Pockets stay all swollen
Walkin' with that black out, ain't no tellin' what I'm holdin'
Got ermines on my waist line
Phantom in the day time
Catch me out at night, I'm in that drop and the top gon lay down
See your bad bitch I'm like Kate hey now
Big money make a bad bitch stay 'round
Real money don't belong in the playground
Real niggas that's who I be 'round
Nigga all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Got a bad lil mama wanna fuck
I show my dawg the text
And the Rollie on my wrist
Hundred on my neck
You can call me crazy but you can't call me collect
Cause I do this as a hobby
I'm paid no instant probly
I'm a shit like a nigga done party
White girls and they all on mollies

It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for

Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks

On My Momma lyrics - Ace Hood

[Verse 1:]
I swear to God I'll never be a fuck nigga
Fuck niggas not to quick to fucks with us
Chopper stretch a muscle like a body builder
Hood say he ratting like a Stewart Little, snitch
Find his little homies in the sewer with him
Fool he think he tough, I got a crew of killers
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
These niggas talk tough, gon' get it
Glock will knock off your snap back fitted
Hell yeah, my niggas turned up with it
Hopping out of that four door tinted
Fly nigga like sky miles
Gold chain and my locks down
On my momma, them killers with me
They just loving that gun sound
Fuck room with them, man she's crazy
No matter what, it's fuck you niggas pay me
My Rollie' cost a brick, I swear to God fool
Got so many cars, it's like a drive through

[Hook:]
Everyday I gotta hustle bitch, that's on my momma
I gotta keep it G, nothing less than one hundred
My Rolex super flooded, put that on my dog
If she with me, she gon' fuck and suck and all
That's on my momma, that's on my momma
I'm stunting, I'm balling, bitch that's on my momma
This pistol, I keep it, that's on my momma
My niggas, we bout it, that's on my momma

[Verse 2:]
White on white the tray, I call that bitch Madonna
Chevy sits so high, I'm talking marijuana
Counting up a million, damn near caught a boner
Lambo' coming soon, it's like it's Oklahoma
Fuck that I won't spare you nigga, fuck that I won't spare you hoes
Hell yeah I been getting that money, hell nah I won't sell my soul
Put the word on my momma, I never snitched to your honor
My chopper's name is Obama, he bring change when there's drama
I stay hood and I've been that, bad bitch I might tip that
Thief with me I click clack, purple lean I'm gon' sip that
On my momma my click ride, on my momma my niggas ball
In the club bout twenty bottles, hating niggas get pissed off

[Hook]

Yeen Bout Dat Life lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral

[Hook:]
Yeen' about that life
That murder murder shit, but yeen' about that life
You just all talk, you just all hype
Claim you be with killers, heard it's all lies
Yeen' about that life
Pussy nigga what you saying, yeen' about that life
I tell them catch me when you can, yeen' about that life
Yeen' about that life, yeen' about that life

[Verse 1:]
I'm talking crack your melons, rebels on some felon shit
Talking dirty burners, fuck the judge I'm thugging bitch
Money, money, money, money, all I'm working with
Tried to rob me, there goes shotty', that's what buddy get
Bow, bow, Waka Flocka ab lib
If my bitch get to the head, call her Advil, yeah
Yeah, better know who you fucking with, yeah
Yeah, better know trips is for fucking kids
Holy moly dog, what that Rollie' cost
That's bout eighty racks, could of put it down on a Maybach
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Bad bitches switching, that's like every night

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Ok now, word on my mama, nigga try me he gon' die tonight
Handle you and maybe out of sight before them siren lights
Murder only mind state, show up at your mom's place
Yeen' about that life, bodies found on your landscape
Niggas want problems, get served like a warrant
Looking for me bitch, I'm whipping a foreign
Drop with that clip and I'm ready for war
Niggas is bitches and most of them flaw
Talking that shit that they not really bout'
Loving they hoes, they be digging their mouth
Bringing them in, kicking them out
Dicking them down, that's what I'm bout'
Hate when niggas be talking talk, that's until the chopper bust
That's until the suits are black, bless your soul in God we trust
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Niggas threaten mine, he might see the light

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral

Roseries lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook]
Neck full of rosaries, people say that I'm superstitious
Cripping all on my Jesus piece, chopper sleeping right next to me
Pray to god my soul to keep, keep my home boys out the streets
Keep my bad hoes on a leash,
When I die, bury me
With a neck full of rosaries
With a neck full of rosaries
Pray to god my soul to keep keep my home boys out the streets
Keep my bad hoes on a leash, when I die, bury me
With a neck full of rosaries
With a neck full of rosaries
Going down nothing less then G, do this shit for my family
Shining hard like I'm supposed to be, bury me in my rosaries

[Verse 1]
OK, G code in my bloodline, free my niggas who doing time
Glock hold about sixteen, gun dirty but my dick clean
Lost my dog when I was seventeen, knuckle head he sold dope to fiends
Swear to god that shit hurt me dog, swear to god I went AWOL
And you wonder why I keep my fire tucked, believe in god but don't pray enough
Jesus piece all flooded up, just talked to mom she said she prays for us
If I die tonight, tell my bitch to keep her pussy tight
Tell my niggas they're my niggas till the end
Yeah nigga that's for life
Keep my homies out the street life, then again you gotta eat right
Money low with your pockets tight, kinda hard trying to sleep at night
Paranoid by them flashing lights, knowing fuck niggas want your life
Pussy nigga I ain't the type, real niggas gon' feel me right

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Everyday a nigga trying to get rich
Everyday a nigga fuck a new bitch
What it is in that brand new whip
New watch with a brand new clip
Every day I'm gonna do it for my daughter
Penthouse by the boats and the water
Baby mama still tripping regardless
You fuck niggas still talking out of order
Then I grab that thing, and then I click clack
No killer but don't get a nigga on that
Scared of who I'm gonna see in the city with my top back
Yeah I know you pussy niggas really hate that
And I'm still with my niggas
Bad bitch comes fuck with a nigga
Bitch I'm on TV, but I still know killers
If I die tonight, tell my bitch to keep her pussy tight
Tell my niggas they my niggas till the end
Yeah nigga that's for life
Keep my homies out the street life, then again you gotta eat right
Money low with your pockets tight, real niggas gon' feel me right

[Hook]

B.L.A.B. (Ballin Like A Bitch) lyrics - Ace Hood

Bitch I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’
Ace Hood
Bitch I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’

Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease

What is in for? Fuck what that pussy cost,
I'll blow bout 20 Benjamins just to piss em off
Bitch I am here to set it off, I'm here to set if off
You used to be the man homie, now you falling off
You niggas bought a ball, I bought a club hour
My condo. on the beach, call it my club house,
L.M.A.O. what the fuck they hatin for?
Stayin some sneakers that won't drop until the money sold
Everytime I ride I keep my 9 I'm talkin romo
Niggas runnin they mouth I get to snappin like a photo
You fallin low with all these bitches that's a no no
You pillow talking with these hoes youse a homo
Stick to the cheat code, I remain in beast mode
See me throwing money like I’m working on my free throw
If I'm spending money she officially my freak
And I keep them thangs they go wherever that we go

Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease

Bitch I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
We in this mothafucka young, niggas gettin riiich

Okay now hello there America, swagga will embarrass ya
Catch me in Versace it go well with my character
It's in my genetics to be fly on the amateurs
Balling like a biiitch so disgusting how I'm pulling up
Riding in that Phantom Ghost, Yellow bong camel toe
Jury on tropical call it Michael Angelo
All black shawty get to singing Barry Manilow
Fuckin rep my money long that's that nigga in the door
Three cars bigger crib couple mill. I'm 24
Livin fast semiflow competition send me more
Just to piss them haters off I might go buy a fuckin boat
Money stuck on overload cars I imported those
Women got a lot of them I switch them like my Under clothes
I just did a new deal now and I got a new bitch
They stealing my old flows but I'm on some new shiiit

Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease

Bitch I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
We in this mothafucka young, niggas gettin riiich

mixtape: "Starvation" (2012)

• A Hustler's Prayer lyrics - Ace Hood
• Reminiscing lyrics - Ace Hood
• Piss Em Off lyrics - Ace Hood
• I kno lyrics - Ace Hood
• We On lyrics - Ace Hood
• I'm F%#k'd Up lyrics - Ace Hood
• Do It lyrics - Ace Hood
• 2-12-12 (Thoughts) lyrics - Ace Hood
• My Life lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Dane Cash)
• Promises lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
• Slow Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
• Different People lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Game)
• I Solemnly Swear lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Ice Berg)
• Nothing To Something lyrics - Ace Hood
• Hallucinations lyrics - Ace Hood

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...)