[Intro]
She just wanna be…
She just wanna…
She just wanna be…
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
[Verse]
Hello there darling, features are flawless
And deep astonished and pardon me if I’m honest
But um your body tonic
God it’s so supersonic
For real, and the way you walk in them heels
No, you ain’t move to this feel
What’s the deal? Got a job, where you work?
Louie purse on yo arm,
But still reside with yo moms
I beat the game on yo type
I noticed just what you like
Attention seeker, you steady tweettin them pics from behind
I see right through your disguise
Shorty you’re thirsty besides
I see the greed in yo eyes
When you see them ballers arrive
You watchin niggas pockets, say you model I’m stopping
Having out with celebs, every week bottles poppin, I get it
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
[Verse]
I understand it, presence is so demandin
Louie, Gucci, Chanel and the Berkin bags hit the standers
Get it dirty Diana, royal this Instagramer
Picture perfect example how love is made to the camera
You model, oh I figure
Bookin it for remember
Laughin at yo agenda, her body bold as December
I get it, you corrupted
Surgery on yo stomach
Livin without a budget
Frontin like you be stuntin
For fame, for name
With the cars and the chains
That shit gold, it’s a shame
Do anything for the game
But fairly, apologetic of people shorty I get it
Truth is never accepted
Your motive is so detected
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
Art Of Deception lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Yea, Ace Hood
Feel me?
What?
Damn
People
[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history
[Verse 1:]
Look in the mirror I can see your shame
Know you're hurt but I don't know your name
See you smile just to cover pain
While you patiently waitin for change
Tears runnin like a faucet
Hear the whispers as they gossip
Pretty girl with a cold heart
Life is like a script, she just playin the part
Love found in the wrong place
Self-esteem at it's lowest rate
Mama gone, fuck her whereabouts
Plenty sold dreams, men in and out
Ain't seen her dad like in 7 years
So she usin drugs just to try an heal
If I fuck you would you promise to stay?
She don't know no other way
Bad bitches in my living room
Mind thinkin I'm a get it soon
Thinkin all the ways I'm a get that
Long legs, I'm a have em pinned back
Pretty as a summer day
And cold as a winter night
I pray that every soul gets to shine bright
Lord knows when the time right
[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history
[Verse 2:]
Mama told me
Hard head make a soft ass
Dollar bills make a pole dance
She ain't interested in any romance
Better come and get with the program
How was life when yo daddy gone
Only daughter, she bein led on
How the character know she dead wrong
Facin karma, it's comin head on
She think she grown, only 17
Whole world that she never seen
Many men have travelled in-between
Said he love her then flip it like it's a trampoline
Cold world, keep your sweater close
Doin 40 in the Phantom Ghost
Keep the ones who you love close
Not assuming but you just never know
[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history
I'm livin to become a part of history
Yea, Ace Hood
Feel me?
What?
Damn
People
[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history
[Verse 1:]
Look in the mirror I can see your shame
Know you're hurt but I don't know your name
See you smile just to cover pain
While you patiently waitin for change
Tears runnin like a faucet
Hear the whispers as they gossip
Pretty girl with a cold heart
Life is like a script, she just playin the part
Love found in the wrong place
Self-esteem at it's lowest rate
Mama gone, fuck her whereabouts
Plenty sold dreams, men in and out
Ain't seen her dad like in 7 years
So she usin drugs just to try an heal
If I fuck you would you promise to stay?
She don't know no other way
Bad bitches in my living room
Mind thinkin I'm a get it soon
Thinkin all the ways I'm a get that
Long legs, I'm a have em pinned back
Pretty as a summer day
And cold as a winter night
I pray that every soul gets to shine bright
Lord knows when the time right
[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history
[Verse 2:]
Mama told me
Hard head make a soft ass
Dollar bills make a pole dance
She ain't interested in any romance
Better come and get with the program
How was life when yo daddy gone
Only daughter, she bein led on
How the character know she dead wrong
Facin karma, it's comin head on
She think she grown, only 17
Whole world that she never seen
Many men have travelled in-between
Said he love her then flip it like it's a trampoline
Cold world, keep your sweater close
Doin 40 in the Phantom Ghost
Keep the ones who you love close
Not assuming but you just never know
[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history
I'm livin to become a part of history
Motive lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Uhh!, wait 'til I get my money right
Bet'cha then, she'll fuck me right
Bet'cha then she'll fuck me long
Do anything jus so she'll be on!
That lean in my cup and I'm blowing on loud
Today is the 4th and she coming in town
Remembering back when a nigga was down
It's funny how money could turn 'em around
Women that is highly sophisticated
Bottoms are red and their lips are painted
Pay for that body they waist deflated
Ass is fat and them hoes will hate it
Bag is Gucci, Louie and Berkin
Body amazing, dress fit perfect,
Beautiful girl, but is it worth it?
Is it my fame? Tell me your purpose
Fucking me good, just for them purses
Just for them cars, in love with the splurgin'
Guess I'm a man who livin' and learnin', boy
I promise her pussy can get her the world
To get what she want and she suddenly plays an innocent girl
[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Girl I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
The motive, the motive
My motive is your honey
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together
But it won't last forever
Ooh the motive, I want a motive
[Bridge]
She do it for status, put the brain on hold
Her body have talent, she gave up her soul
(She gave up her soul), she gave up her soul
(Straight to the top, she gon' climb that pole)
Show her for the life, show her for the lights
Say you make a deal, it's all for the night
What's your motive? (What's your motive?)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Wait 'till I get my money right
Bet'cha then, she'll fuck tonight
Temptation running as high as ever
I'm trying to see what that pussy like
I'm still in my section, she's tearing me down
Wondering how she can draw my attention to bring her around
She loves the life, admire the ice, my diamond's bright
Watching her body, that dress that she rocking is fitting her tight
Lord, she could be somebody's wife
But everything that shines ain't a diamond right?
[Hook]
Uhh!, wait 'til I get my money right
Bet'cha then, she'll fuck me right
Bet'cha then she'll fuck me long
Do anything jus so she'll be on!
That lean in my cup and I'm blowing on loud
Today is the 4th and she coming in town
Remembering back when a nigga was down
It's funny how money could turn 'em around
Women that is highly sophisticated
Bottoms are red and their lips are painted
Pay for that body they waist deflated
Ass is fat and them hoes will hate it
Bag is Gucci, Louie and Berkin
Body amazing, dress fit perfect,
Beautiful girl, but is it worth it?
Is it my fame? Tell me your purpose
Fucking me good, just for them purses
Just for them cars, in love with the splurgin'
Guess I'm a man who livin' and learnin', boy
I promise her pussy can get her the world
To get what she want and she suddenly plays an innocent girl
[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Girl I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
The motive, the motive
My motive is your honey
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together
But it won't last forever
Ooh the motive, I want a motive
[Bridge]
She do it for status, put the brain on hold
Her body have talent, she gave up her soul
(She gave up her soul), she gave up her soul
(Straight to the top, she gon' climb that pole)
Show her for the life, show her for the lights
Say you make a deal, it's all for the night
What's your motive? (What's your motive?)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Wait 'till I get my money right
Bet'cha then, she'll fuck tonight
Temptation running as high as ever
I'm trying to see what that pussy like
I'm still in my section, she's tearing me down
Wondering how she can draw my attention to bring her around
She loves the life, admire the ice, my diamond's bright
Watching her body, that dress that she rocking is fitting her tight
Lord, she could be somebody's wife
But everything that shines ain't a diamond right?
[Hook]
Ball 4 Eva lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
Family that's oft together
Hustle together, got rich together
Wish you ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
[Verse 1]
From the bottom to the top I came so far so I neva stop
Product in my block what a Glock in the..whip em locks,
Round in the Maybach and we way back how we're looking for far
How the fuck I'm getting this, diamonds call for couple bricks,
Pick the rollie on my wrist, I understand why niggas pissed
Got no time for niggas hatin', I just make some reservation,
When they come down to my niggas ain't no sense of hesitation, no
Champagne sipping every night is moving scripting
Hope up in that coop you know that bitch si go to missin
Too much liquor, bad decisions, we're just living like fuck tomorrow,
Hit the club and buy it out, like fuck the bar,
See them pretty fancy cars, better know what's us.
And my niggas do the same thing,
I give em a job and they give minds to same way,
I pray that we ball forever, we all on the same page,
Look, how far we came
[Hook]
Started all broke, penny in my pocket,
Tryin to live a dream, accumulate the profit
Now we're getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva
[Verse 2]
I'm ballin my religion, piston my super vision
Flood in Jesus pieces, sorry I'm superstitious,
We them niggas who dreamt it, foreign what's neva rented,
Chop it come extended, for pussy niggas pretended,
All these niggas we love and then hate
Government ain't when I walk int he bank,
Ballin bitch Lebrain in the paint
Still I ride what half a tank
Most these niggas claiming they real,
And when them hard nights and then feel,
Meeting my dog got jam, hear what a couple niggas for sale,
Now I'm riding off in that astin, kick a whip in that Porsche,
India off in that BMW, your next move is that Forbes,
Young niggas, young niggas, fuck boys can't run with us
Talk toys, you dumb boy, that Glock kick like it 4 real us,
Ain't two shows in one day, see reclimb no PJ,
Take a look in my niggas face, oh Lord how far we came,
Went from struggle and from finer things,
Now is platinum things and start it off.
[Hook]
Started all broke, penny in my pocket,
Tryin to live a dream, accumulate the profit
Now we're getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva
[Hook]
Money and the power, get it by any means,
Real niggas do whip things,
I say you're counting all this paper
Bitch we're living the dream,
Real niggas do real things,
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
Family that's oft together
Hustle together, got rich together
Wish you ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
[Verse 1]
From the bottom to the top I came so far so I neva stop
Product in my block what a Glock in the..whip em locks,
Round in the Maybach and we way back how we're looking for far
How the fuck I'm getting this, diamonds call for couple bricks,
Pick the rollie on my wrist, I understand why niggas pissed
Got no time for niggas hatin', I just make some reservation,
When they come down to my niggas ain't no sense of hesitation, no
Champagne sipping every night is moving scripting
Hope up in that coop you know that bitch si go to missin
Too much liquor, bad decisions, we're just living like fuck tomorrow,
Hit the club and buy it out, like fuck the bar,
See them pretty fancy cars, better know what's us.
And my niggas do the same thing,
I give em a job and they give minds to same way,
I pray that we ball forever, we all on the same page,
Look, how far we came
[Hook]
Started all broke, penny in my pocket,
Tryin to live a dream, accumulate the profit
Now we're getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva
[Verse 2]
I'm ballin my religion, piston my super vision
Flood in Jesus pieces, sorry I'm superstitious,
We them niggas who dreamt it, foreign what's neva rented,
Chop it come extended, for pussy niggas pretended,
All these niggas we love and then hate
Government ain't when I walk int he bank,
Ballin bitch Lebrain in the paint
Still I ride what half a tank
Most these niggas claiming they real,
And when them hard nights and then feel,
Meeting my dog got jam, hear what a couple niggas for sale,
Now I'm riding off in that astin, kick a whip in that Porsche,
India off in that BMW, your next move is that Forbes,
Young niggas, young niggas, fuck boys can't run with us
Talk toys, you dumb boy, that Glock kick like it 4 real us,
Ain't two shows in one day, see reclimb no PJ,
Take a look in my niggas face, oh Lord how far we came,
Went from struggle and from finer things,
Now is platinum things and start it off.
[Hook]
Started all broke, penny in my pocket,
Tryin to live a dream, accumulate the profit
Now we're getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva
[Hook]
Money and the power, get it by any means,
Real niggas do whip things,
I say you're counting all this paper
Bitch we're living the dream,
Real niggas do real things,
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
Just A Sample (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood
[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
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]
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