[Intro:]
1 am in the morning,
I only know bass in my headphones no nothing
Just give me the sample,
There we go
I'm talkin bout bitches too,
I love you all baby
Oh we just batter up
[Verse:]
Ah, it's just me and the sample, I wrote this in pajamas
I wrote this while I'm fucking, think her name is Jenna
People sleepin on me, fuck you where your standards?
Oral head for breakfast, my little bitch perfected
Get that with no protection, I shoot, she intercept it
See sex is our connection, no love is currently present
Just play my corner back, I leave her coming back
Like Dion in the game, I'm bringing my quarterback
Grab a condo nigga, I'm worth them 7 figures
So kick o key to pistol and be true with your sister
She says she love the crew, put 4 G's on the coupe
Hurricane Sandy, the rollie flooded too
See it's just me and the sample, no 808 survive
But still I hope on the beat and I murder that bitch, I'm beasting dog
Flow as hell on earth, RIP to y'all
You know I murder shit, yellow tape involved
That's a true story, crib 2 stars,
Know some old homies still drinking 40's,
Hustlin every morning on that same corner,
Money the root of evil, turning some to informants, damn
[Outro:]
Life is such a bitch, all my hoes are thick
All my whips are on, haters suck a dick
Shout out to the sample, shout out to them dancers
Shout out to them exes and this nigga answer
I be hella styling, foreigns with no mileage
Samples on refreshin, pistol in my possesion
Take your bitch and keep er, call that repossesion
I'm a pour more Siroc, be back in a second
This N That lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)
[Intro]
(It could be a better world)
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)
If it wasn’t for this it wouldn’t be that
You heard?
Montana
[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Yeah – I remember nights on those porches,
I’m dreamin’ Porsches and Benzes
Drinkin’ Hennessey plottin’ on other ways I could win
Back in the day I was troubled when knickerbockers was in
Mama off in the kitchen cookin’ my favourite again
Had my sights on a million, most my niggas was dealin’
Stashin’ that work in them Civics, runnin’ that board like the inning
Hoppin’ up in that new Chevy, that bitch was too pussy tinted
Heard them jack boys are lurkin’, bet I’ll be one of the victims
A cold world, a cold world
Tryin’ to make a dollar for my daughter and my ol’ girl
Gotta make a way, I’m chasin’ paper, Maybach chauffeur
If you don’t grind then you don’t shine, nigga, that’s word
Eh, that’s word – I say “hey young world, how you doin’ today?”
“You ever ran out of answers, all you could do is pray?”
She told me “baby, you’ll recover” what my granny would say
Don’t got no grudge with my daddy, a millionaire to this day
I taught myself how to be a man, ain’t no father to thank
I felt that nigga should be around just to show me the way
Just know he wasn’t, I was out here thuggin’,
Lookin’ at them dope boys stuntin’, fours on them Cutlass,
Pockets full of them hundreds, bitches love it, low-key in buckets
No kind of budget, screamin’ “fuck it” when you came from nothin’
Came from nothin’, word…
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)
[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay I hustle, it’s off the muscle, this shit my religion
Youngin focused, I’m on it, and I wanted to seize every figure
Had to make our way out the struggle and sacrifice with decisions
Ridin’ low in the Taurus, I always prayed for the Bentley
Had a whole other mission, to get rich on you bitches
Tired of goin’ to the bank and they say my funds insufficient
Only one thing to do, I had to go out and get it
Always wanted to ball, I had to play my position
And I did just that, put on my city in fact
I kept a mil’ in my safe, and plus there’s 12 in the gat
200k for the whip, you see the 30-day tag?
I’m on a boat with some bitches, I give a fuck if you mad
We livin’ – straight out the gutter to makin’ millions
And I did it with real niggas
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)
[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute
(It could be a better world)
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)
If it wasn’t for this it wouldn’t be that
You heard?
Montana
[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Yeah – I remember nights on those porches,
I’m dreamin’ Porsches and Benzes
Drinkin’ Hennessey plottin’ on other ways I could win
Back in the day I was troubled when knickerbockers was in
Mama off in the kitchen cookin’ my favourite again
Had my sights on a million, most my niggas was dealin’
Stashin’ that work in them Civics, runnin’ that board like the inning
Hoppin’ up in that new Chevy, that bitch was too pussy tinted
Heard them jack boys are lurkin’, bet I’ll be one of the victims
A cold world, a cold world
Tryin’ to make a dollar for my daughter and my ol’ girl
Gotta make a way, I’m chasin’ paper, Maybach chauffeur
If you don’t grind then you don’t shine, nigga, that’s word
Eh, that’s word – I say “hey young world, how you doin’ today?”
“You ever ran out of answers, all you could do is pray?”
She told me “baby, you’ll recover” what my granny would say
Don’t got no grudge with my daddy, a millionaire to this day
I taught myself how to be a man, ain’t no father to thank
I felt that nigga should be around just to show me the way
Just know he wasn’t, I was out here thuggin’,
Lookin’ at them dope boys stuntin’, fours on them Cutlass,
Pockets full of them hundreds, bitches love it, low-key in buckets
No kind of budget, screamin’ “fuck it” when you came from nothin’
Came from nothin’, word…
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)
[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay I hustle, it’s off the muscle, this shit my religion
Youngin focused, I’m on it, and I wanted to seize every figure
Had to make our way out the struggle and sacrifice with decisions
Ridin’ low in the Taurus, I always prayed for the Bentley
Had a whole other mission, to get rich on you bitches
Tired of goin’ to the bank and they say my funds insufficient
Only one thing to do, I had to go out and get it
Always wanted to ball, I had to play my position
And I did just that, put on my city in fact
I kept a mil’ in my safe, and plus there’s 12 in the gat
200k for the whip, you see the 30-day tag?
I’m on a boat with some bitches, I give a fuck if you mad
We livin’ – straight out the gutter to makin’ millions
And I did it with real niggas
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)
[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute
Trailer lyrics - Ace Hood
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess what that money taught, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas is riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up early this morning, thanked the lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for [?], that's my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the week, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm over sea's, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We The Best on the front
I'm going main, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flow and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, ymmm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that [?]
Oh I mean [?]
It's money over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the back number nine J's
I be balling, small thing know what I mean?
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through your chest to show you shit is real
Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess what that money taught, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas is riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up early this morning, thanked the lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for [?], that's my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the week, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm over sea's, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We The Best on the front
I'm going main, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flow and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, ymmm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that [?]
Oh I mean [?]
It's money over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the back number nine J's
I be balling, small thing know what I mean?
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through your chest to show you shit is real
Dec 31st lyrics - Ace Hood
[Dj Khaled Talking intro for 1:21]
Take a look into my eyes
And just tell me what you see
Tell me do you you see the beast
They wanna let me off the leash
Way too many of them niggas sleep
I spit fire third degree
Pussy niggas don't wanna believe
On my momma they gon see
Got the hottest flow, and I'm honest though
Fuck witha nigga be modest for
My concsious know I'm kinda dope
Somebody let them bloggers know
They don't wanna let this problem in
Every year is my time again
Underrated they contemplating
I'm top 5 in they conversations
They heard the people been hating on me
Oh well nigga, whats new?
Still riding in a maybach
And they face mad when I came through
These niggas hate that I made it
Gotta make a way for my baby
My momma crying in that other room
And them tears were falling, I hate it
Next day I made me some change
Man up nigga no complaining
Daddy left my younger stages
Ain't no choice I had to make it
Will not quit, and I will repent
And I won't consent, with a nigga who snitch
Coupe no top it don't make no sense
Like a nigga who broke it don't make no cents
Just stay friends in a whip no tint
And that rolex glist oh boy they pissed
Yall fuck boys do make me sick
Your bitch blow me, C4, tick tick!
And I got this shit, Khaled I got em
He going to war, standing beside em
You gon need army! You gon need navy!
You gon need soliders! Maybe OBAMA!
It's that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T
None of you niggas don't matter to me
Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat
Feed me rappers, bon appeite!
Niggas be trippin, them choppers will speak
Came for the war, no longer the peace
Time for the blind and be able to see
None of these niggas is ain't nothing like me
24 years ain't get no sleep
26 inches on my jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet
Know the day that they let me free, Yall in trouble O-M-G!
Please oh please nigga pray for me!
Killing this shit boy, RIP!
I'm back with a B and a mac on me
In the back of the jeep yall looking for me!
Capital A! Capital C! Capital E!
H-double O, D
Free my niggas till they all get free!
Rep my city, gotta rep my team!
Broward county President
Thats that shit that I represent!
Quarter mill for that whip I'm in
Pussy boys I never mind they diss
80 thousand thats on my wrist
Take your chick and I make that bitch
Hit the dick, then take a flick
Send that shit, you'll have a fit
L-O-L I'm outta state
Young nigga tryna get filthy rich
I'm outchea, better bring your voucher
Better call your counsler, shit get real
Wanna think I'm coward? Oh I ain't bout it
Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma
Heard it got em, never want that drama!
Never want that drama ohhh Lord!
I pray the world don't end in January
December 31st I made obituaries!
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery!!
Starvation...
Starvation...
God Bless this proud Nation... Two
[Outro]
[Obama Speech]
"If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but tonight, tonight, is your answer!"
Take a look into my eyes
And just tell me what you see
Tell me do you you see the beast
They wanna let me off the leash
Way too many of them niggas sleep
I spit fire third degree
Pussy niggas don't wanna believe
On my momma they gon see
Got the hottest flow, and I'm honest though
Fuck witha nigga be modest for
My concsious know I'm kinda dope
Somebody let them bloggers know
They don't wanna let this problem in
Every year is my time again
Underrated they contemplating
I'm top 5 in they conversations
They heard the people been hating on me
Oh well nigga, whats new?
Still riding in a maybach
And they face mad when I came through
These niggas hate that I made it
Gotta make a way for my baby
My momma crying in that other room
And them tears were falling, I hate it
Next day I made me some change
Man up nigga no complaining
Daddy left my younger stages
Ain't no choice I had to make it
Will not quit, and I will repent
And I won't consent, with a nigga who snitch
Coupe no top it don't make no sense
Like a nigga who broke it don't make no cents
Just stay friends in a whip no tint
And that rolex glist oh boy they pissed
Yall fuck boys do make me sick
Your bitch blow me, C4, tick tick!
And I got this shit, Khaled I got em
He going to war, standing beside em
You gon need army! You gon need navy!
You gon need soliders! Maybe OBAMA!
It's that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T
None of you niggas don't matter to me
Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat
Feed me rappers, bon appeite!
Niggas be trippin, them choppers will speak
Came for the war, no longer the peace
Time for the blind and be able to see
None of these niggas is ain't nothing like me
24 years ain't get no sleep
26 inches on my jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet
Know the day that they let me free, Yall in trouble O-M-G!
Please oh please nigga pray for me!
Killing this shit boy, RIP!
I'm back with a B and a mac on me
In the back of the jeep yall looking for me!
Capital A! Capital C! Capital E!
H-double O, D
Free my niggas till they all get free!
Rep my city, gotta rep my team!
Broward county President
Thats that shit that I represent!
Quarter mill for that whip I'm in
Pussy boys I never mind they diss
80 thousand thats on my wrist
Take your chick and I make that bitch
Hit the dick, then take a flick
Send that shit, you'll have a fit
L-O-L I'm outta state
Young nigga tryna get filthy rich
I'm outchea, better bring your voucher
Better call your counsler, shit get real
Wanna think I'm coward? Oh I ain't bout it
Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma
Heard it got em, never want that drama!
Never want that drama ohhh Lord!
I pray the world don't end in January
December 31st I made obituaries!
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery!!
Starvation...
Starvation...
God Bless this proud Nation... Two
[Outro]
[Obama Speech]
"If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but tonight, tonight, is your answer!"
mixtape: "Body Bag Vol. 2" (2012)
- Gutta Back lyrics - Ace Hood
- Wanna Beez lyrics - Ace Hood
- Leggo lyrics - Ace Hood
- Let It Go lyrics - Ace Hood
- Double Cup lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Bun B, Kirko Bangz)
- Make Ya Famous lyrics - Ace Hood
- Don't Get Me Started lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. DJ Khaled)
- Geek'n lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Juicy J, Choo Choo)
- 6 Summers lyrics - Ace Hood
- Lottery lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
- Flex lyrics - Ace Hood
- On My Momma lyrics - Ace Hood
- Yeen Bout Dat Life lyrics - Ace Hood
- Roseries lyrics - Ace Hood
- B.L.A.B. (Ballin Like A Bitch) lyrics - Ace Hood
Gutta Back lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
[Verse 1:]
Broward County boss, yeah I said that
Fresh up out that Porsche, like where that work at?
Tell my mama that I got us, never turning back
Bitch I run my city, I'm just doing laps
Whole hood hating, say a nigga changed
Right around that time, the real money came
Oh well, different city, hotels
Plenty paper bitches pulling on my coat tails
You're the bad economy, they're dropping your sales
Shit ain't what it used to be, shout out to fish scale
Shout out them real Zo's, shout out my bad hoes
One for you broke bitches, better get your grind on
Word on the street they're praying on my down fall
You niggas bitches, reason why I stay from round y'all
Smell the money from a mile, like a hound dog
Balling every year, they just call me John Wall
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Broward County boss, yeah I said that
In case you forgot, I brought that line back
In case you forgot, I put that on the map
Ready for war, [?] raps
Still strapped with that hammer, bad bitch from Atlanta
Still talking that shit, I'm young Tony Montana
What you mad for, cause I came up
Still real and ain't changed up
Came through in that Range truck
Diamonds shining like what the fuck
You still talking that dumb shit, talking bout what you gonna do
Talking about when you gonna blow, nigga man I'm twenty-four
I done been there what you trying to do, been places you trying to go
Compared fools to them great views and them [?] holes that I ran through
I was seventeen when I first signed, same day that my city rise
Six figures, no compromise
Only nigga who televised
Fuck the niggas who selling lies
Fuck them hoes who was never round
Finna' got for that nine to five
Keep the roll and my window down
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I say now bitch get on to my level ho
Eighty grand for my Rollie' though
Fucked the bitch and that pussy soaked
Finna' work but you finna' choke
Fuck the fool with those funny loaf
Fuck you talking bout before
Send a shot through your front door
Signed, sealed no envelope
I said hood nigga from the twenty ho
Deuce, deuce when that Chevy roll
Real nigga come flick up, acting tough cause you clicked up
My youngest be on some fuck shit, bang bang's and that bitch clicked
Seven chains where my neck be, with a thick bitch in the back seat
I say fuck us all with that pussy, twenty K for my bookie
Fifty round in my chopper, Jumping out of that bucket
Say real nigga getting money, my top down when it's sunny
From [?] to them big M's, we still local I take trips, gone
[Hook]
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
[Verse 1:]
Broward County boss, yeah I said that
Fresh up out that Porsche, like where that work at?
Tell my mama that I got us, never turning back
Bitch I run my city, I'm just doing laps
Whole hood hating, say a nigga changed
Right around that time, the real money came
Oh well, different city, hotels
Plenty paper bitches pulling on my coat tails
You're the bad economy, they're dropping your sales
Shit ain't what it used to be, shout out to fish scale
Shout out them real Zo's, shout out my bad hoes
One for you broke bitches, better get your grind on
Word on the street they're praying on my down fall
You niggas bitches, reason why I stay from round y'all
Smell the money from a mile, like a hound dog
Balling every year, they just call me John Wall
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Broward County boss, yeah I said that
In case you forgot, I brought that line back
In case you forgot, I put that on the map
Ready for war, [?] raps
Still strapped with that hammer, bad bitch from Atlanta
Still talking that shit, I'm young Tony Montana
What you mad for, cause I came up
Still real and ain't changed up
Came through in that Range truck
Diamonds shining like what the fuck
You still talking that dumb shit, talking bout what you gonna do
Talking about when you gonna blow, nigga man I'm twenty-four
I done been there what you trying to do, been places you trying to go
Compared fools to them great views and them [?] holes that I ran through
I was seventeen when I first signed, same day that my city rise
Six figures, no compromise
Only nigga who televised
Fuck the niggas who selling lies
Fuck them hoes who was never round
Finna' got for that nine to five
Keep the roll and my window down
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I say now bitch get on to my level ho
Eighty grand for my Rollie' though
Fucked the bitch and that pussy soaked
Finna' work but you finna' choke
Fuck the fool with those funny loaf
Fuck you talking bout before
Send a shot through your front door
Signed, sealed no envelope
I said hood nigga from the twenty ho
Deuce, deuce when that Chevy roll
Real nigga come flick up, acting tough cause you clicked up
My youngest be on some fuck shit, bang bang's and that bitch clicked
Seven chains where my neck be, with a thick bitch in the back seat
I say fuck us all with that pussy, twenty K for my bookie
Fifty round in my chopper, Jumping out of that bucket
Say real nigga getting money, my top down when it's sunny
From [?] to them big M's, we still local I take trips, gone
[Hook]
Wanna Beez lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Niggas stealing flows, all you niggas hoes
Y'all just biting swag, you pussies exposed
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas want my life
These niggas watch my Twitter, watch everything I write
Probably wanna fuck my hoes, probably wanna count my stacks
Y'all wanna do me dirty, try you die tonight
You don't wanna meet your maker, you ain't about that life
We can go to war, just pick a time of night
All my niggas strapped, pills done got them hyped
Riding around with them mac's, nigga it's on sight
Bitch nigga watch me ball, do it like Pau Gasol
Rims on the Jeep sit tall, you ride on the niggas you call, OK
My young niggas off the chain, on the gangster shit for real
All them niggas gon' ride, bet your money they will
Cops stop me I'm quiet, lips on my, they sealed
Nine tucked in my drawers, real niggas don't squeal
[Hook:]
Real niggas in my click, free my niggas one time
Bad bitches on my dick, big money on my mind
Y'all wanna bite my flow, Y'all wanna wipe my swag
Y'all wanna claim some shit, you pussies never had
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
Nigga been way to hungry, nigga been way to G
And I put that on my mama, these niggas wanna be me
[Verse 2:]
Niggas be popping their teeth, ride with that mac on the seat
I am a beast, switch up the flow on the beat, red bottoms under my sneaks
Getting they know, swag is original ho, hottest little nigga you know
Brought you dope, know wonder they biting the flow, treat it like all of my hoes
Catch me riding all in that ghost, them pussy niggas gon' choke
You quick to jump in that water, I hope you niggas can float
These niggas hope I fell, these niggas here so sad
These niggas hate my bitches, y'all niggas know they bad
Giuseppe's on their feet, y'all better peep her bag
Y'all better watch me ball, oh that's why you mad?
Click full of niggas who winning, bought my mom a Jag
Neck full of gold pieces, Michael Phelps had
[Hook]
Niggas stealing flows, all you niggas hoes
Y'all just biting swag, you pussies exposed
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas want my life
These niggas watch my Twitter, watch everything I write
Probably wanna fuck my hoes, probably wanna count my stacks
Y'all wanna do me dirty, try you die tonight
You don't wanna meet your maker, you ain't about that life
We can go to war, just pick a time of night
All my niggas strapped, pills done got them hyped
Riding around with them mac's, nigga it's on sight
Bitch nigga watch me ball, do it like Pau Gasol
Rims on the Jeep sit tall, you ride on the niggas you call, OK
My young niggas off the chain, on the gangster shit for real
All them niggas gon' ride, bet your money they will
Cops stop me I'm quiet, lips on my, they sealed
Nine tucked in my drawers, real niggas don't squeal
[Hook:]
Real niggas in my click, free my niggas one time
Bad bitches on my dick, big money on my mind
Y'all wanna bite my flow, Y'all wanna wipe my swag
Y'all wanna claim some shit, you pussies never had
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
Nigga been way to hungry, nigga been way to G
And I put that on my mama, these niggas wanna be me
[Verse 2:]
Niggas be popping their teeth, ride with that mac on the seat
I am a beast, switch up the flow on the beat, red bottoms under my sneaks
Getting they know, swag is original ho, hottest little nigga you know
Brought you dope, know wonder they biting the flow, treat it like all of my hoes
Catch me riding all in that ghost, them pussy niggas gon' choke
You quick to jump in that water, I hope you niggas can float
These niggas hope I fell, these niggas here so sad
These niggas hate my bitches, y'all niggas know they bad
Giuseppe's on their feet, y'all better peep her bag
Y'all better watch me ball, oh that's why you mad?
Click full of niggas who winning, bought my mom a Jag
Neck full of gold pieces, Michael Phelps had
[Hook]
Leggo lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Ok, my city on the map, yeah nigga know I'm running that
Ball all day and all night, then I run it back
Need a new ho, my old bitch, I'm tired of fucking that
Told my niggas we gon' get this money, I ain't looking back
Catch me switching deals in that Rari', not a Pontiac
Bitches looking at me cause that's where the money's at
Fast lane, fast lane, I be getting mad brain
Glock nine, right side, fuck that mister nice guy
Rollie that I'm rocking make your bitch come out her underwear
Swagging in this bitch, them Louis Vuitton's I got a hundred pair
We The Best, nothing less, YMCMB boy
I be in that SUV with killers from the D boy
Hell yeah, fucking right, I ball every fucking night
What's up with your friend and them, nigga trying to fuck tonight
Sparkler, sparkler, they bringing them bottles out
I don't really give a F.U.C.K., I'm passing the molly's out
[Hook:]
Them bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
I came in this bitch to turn up, turn up, nigga word up
Leggo [x8]
Bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
[Verse 2:]
Drop head phantom, baby you know I'm about that
Pull up to the valet, hella swagging bitches notice that
Hopped up out the whip, my Spanish bitch she got a bubble back
Outfit cost a couple grand, pockets holding forty racks
Leggo, leggo, all my niggas geeked up, Fabo
Chilling in the V.I., they know
Watch a nigga repo, your ho
Ok, niggas standing on top of the sofa, slid in this bitch with my toaster
Twenty five bottles of that potion, Ciroc got them bad bitches open
I said, don't think twice, nigga turn up, turn up, word up
Still shine on a nigga like Vegas, Rolex cost me eighty
Fifty more around my neck, rob me ho nigga you crazy
Cause I'm in this bitch with the goonies, with the toolies, make movies
I said, some of you niggas bout to act up, we just trying to party though
I be in my section like which one of these bitches trying to go
Penthouse on the eighth floor, thirty packs of Trojan's though
Say she down for the team, so I'm like leggo, leggo
[Hook]
Ok, my city on the map, yeah nigga know I'm running that
Ball all day and all night, then I run it back
Need a new ho, my old bitch, I'm tired of fucking that
Told my niggas we gon' get this money, I ain't looking back
Catch me switching deals in that Rari', not a Pontiac
Bitches looking at me cause that's where the money's at
Fast lane, fast lane, I be getting mad brain
Glock nine, right side, fuck that mister nice guy
Rollie that I'm rocking make your bitch come out her underwear
Swagging in this bitch, them Louis Vuitton's I got a hundred pair
We The Best, nothing less, YMCMB boy
I be in that SUV with killers from the D boy
Hell yeah, fucking right, I ball every fucking night
What's up with your friend and them, nigga trying to fuck tonight
Sparkler, sparkler, they bringing them bottles out
I don't really give a F.U.C.K., I'm passing the molly's out
[Hook:]
Them bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
I came in this bitch to turn up, turn up, nigga word up
Leggo [x8]
Bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
[Verse 2:]
Drop head phantom, baby you know I'm about that
Pull up to the valet, hella swagging bitches notice that
Hopped up out the whip, my Spanish bitch she got a bubble back
Outfit cost a couple grand, pockets holding forty racks
Leggo, leggo, all my niggas geeked up, Fabo
Chilling in the V.I., they know
Watch a nigga repo, your ho
Ok, niggas standing on top of the sofa, slid in this bitch with my toaster
Twenty five bottles of that potion, Ciroc got them bad bitches open
I said, don't think twice, nigga turn up, turn up, word up
Still shine on a nigga like Vegas, Rolex cost me eighty
Fifty more around my neck, rob me ho nigga you crazy
Cause I'm in this bitch with the goonies, with the toolies, make movies
I said, some of you niggas bout to act up, we just trying to party though
I be in my section like which one of these bitches trying to go
Penthouse on the eighth floor, thirty packs of Trojan's though
Say she down for the team, so I'm like leggo, leggo
[Hook]
Let It Go lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Man I met a freak bitch, I call her deep dish
Say she in love with me, I'm thinking sweet lick
This bitch is super fine, I'm talking super thick
I'm talking pussy fat, she want that gutta' shit
I'm like OK then, I be there in an hour
Just have that ready though, I like it baby powdered
I grab my rubbers and my pistol then I tuck that shit
Call my nigga P2 [?] I got a bad little bitch
Man I had to decide on some late night shit
Told that ho I'm on the way, you taking all this dick, huh
Come to find out some nigga wifin' that
Say he's so in love with that pussy cat
[Hook:]
Man nigga, let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, let that ho go
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
I fuck her sometimes, my niggas beat it down
Tell you be cuffing that, you out of your mind
Man let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, man let that ho go
[Verse 2:]
One thing's for sure you know, a ho gon' be a ho
Tell me she's so in love, I know she's lying though
Say I'm the only one, I got her mind blown
Can never play me though, see I'm just playing along
Think I was born yesterday, you out your rabbit ass mind
I just beat it up and leave it, I am such a cold guy
Niggas wifin' up these hoes, not me, won't fly
Heard she's fucking up a storm, why you eating up the pie
Boy, you dead wrong, never love them, my confession
But you too deep invested, you need to learn a lesson
Let that ho go, you in the red zone
And you be kissing that, what the fuck is you on
[Hook]
Man I met a freak bitch, I call her deep dish
Say she in love with me, I'm thinking sweet lick
This bitch is super fine, I'm talking super thick
I'm talking pussy fat, she want that gutta' shit
I'm like OK then, I be there in an hour
Just have that ready though, I like it baby powdered
I grab my rubbers and my pistol then I tuck that shit
Call my nigga P2 [?] I got a bad little bitch
Man I had to decide on some late night shit
Told that ho I'm on the way, you taking all this dick, huh
Come to find out some nigga wifin' that
Say he's so in love with that pussy cat
[Hook:]
Man nigga, let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, let that ho go
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
I fuck her sometimes, my niggas beat it down
Tell you be cuffing that, you out of your mind
Man let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, man let that ho go
[Verse 2:]
One thing's for sure you know, a ho gon' be a ho
Tell me she's so in love, I know she's lying though
Say I'm the only one, I got her mind blown
Can never play me though, see I'm just playing along
Think I was born yesterday, you out your rabbit ass mind
I just beat it up and leave it, I am such a cold guy
Niggas wifin' up these hoes, not me, won't fly
Heard she's fucking up a storm, why you eating up the pie
Boy, you dead wrong, never love them, my confession
But you too deep invested, you need to learn a lesson
Let that ho go, you in the red zone
And you be kissing that, what the fuck is you on
[Hook]
Double Cup lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Bun B, Kirko Bangz)
[Intro:]
Double cup and I'm leanin' [x3]
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Hook: x2]
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Okay now, Purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin' slow while they blowin strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super-dome
Drank'd up and I'm dripped out
Caked up and my pistol out
Bad bitch and she thick as fuck
And I'm tryna see if what pussy bite
Bust it open for a real nigga
Bust it open for a trill nigga
Touchdown, whattup? H-Town
Long live the Pimp, this one's for you!
Bun B, my nigga Trae The Truth
Still in the coupe and I'm double dueced
Still in the hood on that purple, fool
Better know what I'm drinkin' ain't grape juice!
I be flowin' through the city, let my chain swing!
How you live, a young nigga tryna maintain
Get money, fuck lames, all my little niggas on the same page
Spend racks when I'm up in [?]
Gimme head she gon' catch this semen
Hatin on me? Nigga, so what? Ya know what?
Hold up...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Gangsta nigga, I'm bout it
I'm Trill as fuck so don't doubt it
Tell me what's the haps, cause you know I'm strapped
A nigga never leave home without it
I'm posted up in that Caddy
I'm twistin' up a big fatty
And it's full of dro, and I'm a mack your ho
And you know she callin' me daddy
I'm a trill OG and I earned it
That G code, nigga I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
I played the deck and got my respect
So nigga I'm the king, now just face it
I'm in the house and I'm chillin'
My mind on cash and I'm willing
I'm on the paper chase, no time to waste
So I could give a fuck how you feelin'
I'm sideways on that buck
My seats is stitched and they tough
You ain't down with that?
Then I'm hide your head in your ass
And be outta luck, wassup?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]
Well it's that young nigga from the Southside
Of that USA I need [?]
Lotion cause a nigga used to bump
A nigga came from nothing to saying nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazine
Your girlfriend look like Maxim
A phone book full of Billy Jeans
[?] Came out that limosine
I been a fan for that Codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
Fuckin' queens cause I'm a king
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bump a kit, I bump a kit
Threw my last bitch on my new bitch
And threw ten on my fuckin' dick
I done came down, hold it down for that H-Town
I'm a take the crown
Sippin Hen, don't fuck with Crown
But I'm a just drop this 4th of 9
And free my cousin that doin' time
I'm a pay the lawyer
But I hope he dyin'
Hold it down for a real nigga
Young Kirko, young trill nigga
(BANGZ)
[Hook]
Double cup and I'm leanin' [x3]
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Hook: x2]
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Okay now, Purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin' slow while they blowin strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super-dome
Drank'd up and I'm dripped out
Caked up and my pistol out
Bad bitch and she thick as fuck
And I'm tryna see if what pussy bite
Bust it open for a real nigga
Bust it open for a trill nigga
Touchdown, whattup? H-Town
Long live the Pimp, this one's for you!
Bun B, my nigga Trae The Truth
Still in the coupe and I'm double dueced
Still in the hood on that purple, fool
Better know what I'm drinkin' ain't grape juice!
I be flowin' through the city, let my chain swing!
How you live, a young nigga tryna maintain
Get money, fuck lames, all my little niggas on the same page
Spend racks when I'm up in [?]
Gimme head she gon' catch this semen
Hatin on me? Nigga, so what? Ya know what?
Hold up...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Gangsta nigga, I'm bout it
I'm Trill as fuck so don't doubt it
Tell me what's the haps, cause you know I'm strapped
A nigga never leave home without it
I'm posted up in that Caddy
I'm twistin' up a big fatty
And it's full of dro, and I'm a mack your ho
And you know she callin' me daddy
I'm a trill OG and I earned it
That G code, nigga I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
I played the deck and got my respect
So nigga I'm the king, now just face it
I'm in the house and I'm chillin'
My mind on cash and I'm willing
I'm on the paper chase, no time to waste
So I could give a fuck how you feelin'
I'm sideways on that buck
My seats is stitched and they tough
You ain't down with that?
Then I'm hide your head in your ass
And be outta luck, wassup?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]
Well it's that young nigga from the Southside
Of that USA I need [?]
Lotion cause a nigga used to bump
A nigga came from nothing to saying nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazine
Your girlfriend look like Maxim
A phone book full of Billy Jeans
[?] Came out that limosine
I been a fan for that Codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
Fuckin' queens cause I'm a king
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bump a kit, I bump a kit
Threw my last bitch on my new bitch
And threw ten on my fuckin' dick
I done came down, hold it down for that H-Town
I'm a take the crown
Sippin Hen, don't fuck with Crown
But I'm a just drop this 4th of 9
And free my cousin that doin' time
I'm a pay the lawyer
But I hope he dyin'
Hold it down for a real nigga
Young Kirko, young trill nigga
(BANGZ)
[Hook]
Make Ya Famous lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Whoa, these hoes selling pussy, I be selling dreams
These hoes want my loving, I want what's in between
These hoes chasing ballers, I been chasing green
That ho think I love her, shit ain't what it seems, whoa
She thinking she's special, bitch you just joined the team
I fucked once at the Hilton, and you so much a fiend
This chick must be crazy, cause she go acting lazy
My mind on making millions, she's talking about having a baby
See I'm just trying to kick it, and she just wants to lay up
She's thinking romantic, I'm thinking bout Kayla
I think I should call her, please come over naked
Dick might make you famous, I should make her pay me, whoa
[Hook:]
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
You're fucking with a star, this dick will make you famous
She's blowing up my phone, bitch I should make you pay me
[Verse 2:]
OK, I beat the pussy, leave it gooshy, after that she's straight to sleep
Say she came a couple times, this bitch should be paying me
On the counter, on the floor, hit that in my Louie sneaks
Dripping wet, soaking wet, she says she wants more of me
Power of the pussy, that ho says she's got me, I'm already tooken
Married to the money, that hoes there to push it
Called me said she's cooking, she just wants my goodies, whoa
And you wonder why they be falling, they can't stop from calling
Dick might make you famous, pay me my deposit
See I'm no normal nigga, bitch I'm worth a couple million
I dig this deep off in you, you switch up your religion, know what
[Hook]
Whoa, these hoes selling pussy, I be selling dreams
These hoes want my loving, I want what's in between
These hoes chasing ballers, I been chasing green
That ho think I love her, shit ain't what it seems, whoa
She thinking she's special, bitch you just joined the team
I fucked once at the Hilton, and you so much a fiend
This chick must be crazy, cause she go acting lazy
My mind on making millions, she's talking about having a baby
See I'm just trying to kick it, and she just wants to lay up
She's thinking romantic, I'm thinking bout Kayla
I think I should call her, please come over naked
Dick might make you famous, I should make her pay me, whoa
[Hook:]
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
You're fucking with a star, this dick will make you famous
She's blowing up my phone, bitch I should make you pay me
[Verse 2:]
OK, I beat the pussy, leave it gooshy, after that she's straight to sleep
Say she came a couple times, this bitch should be paying me
On the counter, on the floor, hit that in my Louie sneaks
Dripping wet, soaking wet, she says she wants more of me
Power of the pussy, that ho says she's got me, I'm already tooken
Married to the money, that hoes there to push it
Called me said she's cooking, she just wants my goodies, whoa
And you wonder why they be falling, they can't stop from calling
Dick might make you famous, pay me my deposit
See I'm no normal nigga, bitch I'm worth a couple million
I dig this deep off in you, you switch up your religion, know what
[Hook]
Don't Get Me Started lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. DJ Khaled)
[Intro:]
You don't want to get me started ho
You don't want to get me started ho
Ace Hood
We the best, YMCMB
[Hook: Ace Hood]
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that's just how I remain
Don't get me started, don't get me started
My nigga, my nigga don't get me started, don't get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it's sweet then try me
Don't get me started, don't get me started
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers
Clique full of niggas and killas
When they cut me I don't pay them
With the two them nigga eyes remember
I'm the same lil nigga from the block ho
And I drive still walk with the Glock on
I'm about that cream, guaplage on
Don't get me started up ho
I come to whip in the Phantom
Y'all niggas really can't stand it
Them hoes really be jocking
Diamonds that got them watching
Say Ace ain't getting' no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don't wanna get me started
You don't wanna see how I'm ballin'
Ok ok, what it look like?
Well that good thing got and it's good night
With a bad bitch, she's so thick
She rolling, I know this
And her neck gon' froze, better know that
Act up, I smell like a Kodak
And these niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas won't hold back
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Ok them pussy niggas be hating
Focus on what I'm making
Came through in tha Phantom
Them pussy niggas can't take it
Spit big bread on my chain
Still on stroke with your main
I'm rich nigga like yea nigga
They hoping I stay the same
They say I changed when I got fame
Bitch niggas, they complain
Flat black in that 2 door
Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne
I'm like damn hood what it be like?
Hold 'em down as your knee lights
New bitch like every day
Swear to God you won't see her twice
That purple that got me leaning
They don't wanna get me started
Come on this hook, no phonics
Introduce this shit and go retarded
Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing
Extended clips that's standing tall; two chain
[Hook]
You don't want to get me started ho
You don't want to get me started ho
Ace Hood
We the best, YMCMB
[Hook: Ace Hood]
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that's just how I remain
Don't get me started, don't get me started
My nigga, my nigga don't get me started, don't get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it's sweet then try me
Don't get me started, don't get me started
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers
Clique full of niggas and killas
When they cut me I don't pay them
With the two them nigga eyes remember
I'm the same lil nigga from the block ho
And I drive still walk with the Glock on
I'm about that cream, guaplage on
Don't get me started up ho
I come to whip in the Phantom
Y'all niggas really can't stand it
Them hoes really be jocking
Diamonds that got them watching
Say Ace ain't getting' no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don't wanna get me started
You don't wanna see how I'm ballin'
Ok ok, what it look like?
Well that good thing got and it's good night
With a bad bitch, she's so thick
She rolling, I know this
And her neck gon' froze, better know that
Act up, I smell like a Kodak
And these niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas won't hold back
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Ok them pussy niggas be hating
Focus on what I'm making
Came through in tha Phantom
Them pussy niggas can't take it
Spit big bread on my chain
Still on stroke with your main
I'm rich nigga like yea nigga
They hoping I stay the same
They say I changed when I got fame
Bitch niggas, they complain
Flat black in that 2 door
Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne
I'm like damn hood what it be like?
Hold 'em down as your knee lights
New bitch like every day
Swear to God you won't see her twice
That purple that got me leaning
They don't wanna get me started
Come on this hook, no phonics
Introduce this shit and go retarded
Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing
Extended clips that's standing tall; two chain
[Hook]
Geek'n lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Juicy J, Choo Choo)
[Hook x2: Ace Hood]
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK now, Jolly Rancher's and codeine
Purp' smoke for that protein
Bad bitch and her whole team
All the hoes on straight beans
That pussy speaking, and I talk back
Fuck once and never call back
Puerto Rican and a little black, gonna knock it out with my ball bat
I say home run and I'm going long, bouncing round with my Styrofoam
Hit my nigga one Choo Choo, he in the back room getting hella dome
I'm fucked up and I'm leaned out, white bitches on cocaine
Ripped up with these twin freaks, won't remember not one name
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm tripping, no reason
I sweat, seen Jesus
For real though, I seen him
This shit that, I'm sipping
Impairing, my speaching
I'm tripping, I'm wylin'
You people, are demons
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Fall in the club then I'm roll up my dope
V.I.P. filled up with bitches and smoke
Twenty years in and I'm still popping tags
Still sipping more with that hutch in my zag
White girls on molly with titties like Dolly
Face like [?] and Jameson body
Thirty five groupies we filming a movie
Animal House, John Belushi
Bands a make her dance, beans will make her fuck
Money in my pocket, screw in my cup
The bong done ripped till a nigga seen milk drop ash on silt blunts tall like Wilt
Shorty make me feel like we fucking on the pill
Blue eyes, dark hair, straight from Brazil
So acrobatic man, the bitch got skill
T.H.C., smoking on the kill
Yeah I had to get her, take her to the suite and hit her
Skeeted on her tongue, that's what a nigga call a baby sitter
Black and yellow diamonds on me, call it Pittsburgh Steelers
In the club with my niggas, and we throwing six figures
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Choo Choo]
Hey I'm geek'n, I'm on it
Had too much of that Henny'
The party don't stop here though, I got some more woman in me
Need more bottles, my session
Got pill heads, they reckless
V.I.P. like a porno, all these bitches getting naked
I'm like damn, they're bad, make a nigga wanna swing this wood
Can't go hard like [?], can't go on with a nigga out the hood
That pussy leaking, she hollering, feel better on this molly
Took it to the extreme, live from the kitchen like Yo Gotti
I'm two hours in it, switched up the drank, syrup leaning
[?] walked in on me I'm like whoa, bro you see this
Bro she squirting, I did that like I never did before
Hope she ready for more rounds, cause I just had poured some more, and I'm
[Hook]
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK now, Jolly Rancher's and codeine
Purp' smoke for that protein
Bad bitch and her whole team
All the hoes on straight beans
That pussy speaking, and I talk back
Fuck once and never call back
Puerto Rican and a little black, gonna knock it out with my ball bat
I say home run and I'm going long, bouncing round with my Styrofoam
Hit my nigga one Choo Choo, he in the back room getting hella dome
I'm fucked up and I'm leaned out, white bitches on cocaine
Ripped up with these twin freaks, won't remember not one name
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm tripping, no reason
I sweat, seen Jesus
For real though, I seen him
This shit that, I'm sipping
Impairing, my speaching
I'm tripping, I'm wylin'
You people, are demons
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Fall in the club then I'm roll up my dope
V.I.P. filled up with bitches and smoke
Twenty years in and I'm still popping tags
Still sipping more with that hutch in my zag
White girls on molly with titties like Dolly
Face like [?] and Jameson body
Thirty five groupies we filming a movie
Animal House, John Belushi
Bands a make her dance, beans will make her fuck
Money in my pocket, screw in my cup
The bong done ripped till a nigga seen milk drop ash on silt blunts tall like Wilt
Shorty make me feel like we fucking on the pill
Blue eyes, dark hair, straight from Brazil
So acrobatic man, the bitch got skill
T.H.C., smoking on the kill
Yeah I had to get her, take her to the suite and hit her
Skeeted on her tongue, that's what a nigga call a baby sitter
Black and yellow diamonds on me, call it Pittsburgh Steelers
In the club with my niggas, and we throwing six figures
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Choo Choo]
Hey I'm geek'n, I'm on it
Had too much of that Henny'
The party don't stop here though, I got some more woman in me
Need more bottles, my session
Got pill heads, they reckless
V.I.P. like a porno, all these bitches getting naked
I'm like damn, they're bad, make a nigga wanna swing this wood
Can't go hard like [?], can't go on with a nigga out the hood
That pussy leaking, she hollering, feel better on this molly
Took it to the extreme, live from the kitchen like Yo Gotti
I'm two hours in it, switched up the drank, syrup leaning
[?] walked in on me I'm like whoa, bro you see this
Bro she squirting, I did that like I never did before
Hope she ready for more rounds, cause I just had poured some more, and I'm
[Hook]
6 Summers lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six bitches, six Hummers
Real niggas, all gunners
Six summers, six summers
Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
[Verse 1:]
Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin's rage a crib just for some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with that chopper close
Every seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four
Ten bitches, all fucking
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday
All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight
Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away
Then I lost my nigga [?] it took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never forget me
And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to God be with me
My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy
My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami
My sneakers [?], that red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags
Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah
[Hook]
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six bitches, six Hummers
Real niggas, all gunners
Six summers, six summers
Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
[Verse 1:]
Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin's rage a crib just for some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with that chopper close
Every seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four
Ten bitches, all fucking
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday
All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight
Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away
Then I lost my nigga [?] it took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never forget me
And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to God be with me
My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy
My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami
My sneakers [?], that red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags
Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah
[Hook]
Lottery lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Nigga's hating on me like I just hit the lottery
Getting real money, all them hustler's say they proud of me
Bitches all on me like I just hit the lottery
Heard you niggas pocket watching, I don't know probably
Insane money like I just hit the lottery
Fifty grand on me like I just hit the lottery
Twenty bottles on the way, mother fuck a bottle fee
The way I'm blowing money you would think I won the lottery
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now, mother fuck these niggas, mother fuck these bitches
I'm clenching on my nuts, that purp' smoke in my swisher
Don't chase nothing with my liquor, hold sixteen in my pistol
I'm getting money they know it, bout thirty grand what I'm holding
This young nigga here balling, you Pee Wee and I'm Spawling
You Jeremy Lin and I'm Jordan, you ice cold and I'm scalding
Got a [?] ghost no rent, that bitch cost me a grip
Like a lot of ass in them hips, and an ass sitting on blam
It look like I won the lottery, shitting on them no apologies
Wipe my ass with your economy, cause I burn money no calories
Same lame niggas keep hating, new money my fragrance
Red bone from Asia, ass sitting bodacious, huh
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kevin Cossom]
Yeah, got the granite counter tops with the marble floors
Getting money Lionel Richie, no comedores
So what? I fucked your bitch, but what you calling for
Small thing to a giant, call me dinosaur
Them hating niggas making sour, I make lemonade
Buy expensive things, even my linen paid
She bring her freaky friends over, let me penetrate
Pop a pill, fuck them while they rolling then escape
Fuck, but a nigga's just trying to get paid
Her [?] that's my taste, half a mill for the crib I'll stay
Damn a nigga balling like I'm in a league, on some bullshit call me Scotty P
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, I'm riding around and I'm getting it, couple grand in my Dickie's
Pocket full of them hundreds, with a fat bag of that sticky
Got a yellow bitch in them Vicky's, and she gotta be thinking I'm so picky
If she fucking with me she winning, that pussy good and I'm spending
Got big money I blow it, oh look mama it's snowing
Them whips they driving is foreign, blew a quarter mill cause it's boring
Got blood under my sneakers, it's ten K for my feature
Your bitch in love with my features, If I like your chick I might keep her
It look like I hit the lottery, neck worth about a quarter key
Next trip I'm going over seas, name another nigga hot as me
[Hook]
Nigga's hating on me like I just hit the lottery
Getting real money, all them hustler's say they proud of me
Bitches all on me like I just hit the lottery
Heard you niggas pocket watching, I don't know probably
Insane money like I just hit the lottery
Fifty grand on me like I just hit the lottery
Twenty bottles on the way, mother fuck a bottle fee
The way I'm blowing money you would think I won the lottery
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now, mother fuck these niggas, mother fuck these bitches
I'm clenching on my nuts, that purp' smoke in my swisher
Don't chase nothing with my liquor, hold sixteen in my pistol
I'm getting money they know it, bout thirty grand what I'm holding
This young nigga here balling, you Pee Wee and I'm Spawling
You Jeremy Lin and I'm Jordan, you ice cold and I'm scalding
Got a [?] ghost no rent, that bitch cost me a grip
Like a lot of ass in them hips, and an ass sitting on blam
It look like I won the lottery, shitting on them no apologies
Wipe my ass with your economy, cause I burn money no calories
Same lame niggas keep hating, new money my fragrance
Red bone from Asia, ass sitting bodacious, huh
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kevin Cossom]
Yeah, got the granite counter tops with the marble floors
Getting money Lionel Richie, no comedores
So what? I fucked your bitch, but what you calling for
Small thing to a giant, call me dinosaur
Them hating niggas making sour, I make lemonade
Buy expensive things, even my linen paid
She bring her freaky friends over, let me penetrate
Pop a pill, fuck them while they rolling then escape
Fuck, but a nigga's just trying to get paid
Her [?] that's my taste, half a mill for the crib I'll stay
Damn a nigga balling like I'm in a league, on some bullshit call me Scotty P
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, I'm riding around and I'm getting it, couple grand in my Dickie's
Pocket full of them hundreds, with a fat bag of that sticky
Got a yellow bitch in them Vicky's, and she gotta be thinking I'm so picky
If she fucking with me she winning, that pussy good and I'm spending
Got big money I blow it, oh look mama it's snowing
Them whips they driving is foreign, blew a quarter mill cause it's boring
Got blood under my sneakers, it's ten K for my feature
Your bitch in love with my features, If I like your chick I might keep her
It look like I hit the lottery, neck worth about a quarter key
Next trip I'm going over seas, name another nigga hot as me
[Hook]
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