Real lyrics - Ace Hood

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

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

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

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

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

Cold Blooded Murder lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
Cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carried Away lyrics - Ace Hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goals lyrics - Ace Hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm all on Instagram flexin

Understand lyrics - Ace Hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Always lyrics - Ace Hood

Always, Always
Always, Always
Always, Always

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

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

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

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

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

Enemies lyrics - Ace Hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

4 Da Hoes lyrics - Ace Hood

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

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

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

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

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

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

mixtape: "Starvation 3" (2014)

• Fear (Intro) lyrics - Ace Hood
• Everyday lyrics - Ace Hood
• Buss Guns lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Mavado)
• Jamaica lyrics - Ace Hood
• R.N.S (Real Nigga Shit) lyrics - Ace Hood
• Boyz N Da Hood (Lil' Nigga Pt. 2) lyrics - Ace Hood
• Brothers Keeper lyrics - Ace Hood
• F.Y.F.R. (Fuck Your Favorite Rapper) lyrics - Ace Hood
• Home Invasion lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Vado)
• Hip Hop lyrics - Ace Hood
• Save Us lyrics - Ace Hood
• Tears lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
• Skip The Talk'n lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

Fear (Intro) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
Ain't no pity for the weak
That's 3

HOOD NATIOOONNNN

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Verse 1:]
I'm the realest nigga ever
Name another nigga more clever
They ain't flowing how I'm flowing
From the day that I was born
It's hotter then never let up
Oh
You ain't ever get the letter
Well somebody better tell em
Keep a runnin your mouth
New king of the south
You ain't know no better
Motherfucker guess not
How many wanna come test that
You ain't never been hot
You ain't ever gonna drop
Why you so stressed out huh?
Your little money running low nigga
I'm in that 4 door froze with the zone niggas
Couple mill & a cd living like I'm big meech
Probably in the streets with a 4 wheeler
5 cars in my drive way
Depends on how I'm feeling
Stash the money in a body bag
Last month I made a killing
You can keep on hating
And it's still hood nation
Somebody text jay-z & tell him rap game mine
He can go on vacation
I mean it
Join if you really can't beat it
I warned ya'll niggas so be it
Ain't gonna repeat it
Beast from the south
Yeah I said it
All ya'll niggas is pathetic
Way to petted
Better get your best man ready
I'm feeling real
I'm apologetic oh lord
20 bottles in the VIP boy
I'm just warming up
Hurry dey ran outta 1's
Ay call up the brinks truck
Cause I need it
And every nigga hatin gonna see it
I had to put them diamonds in the Jesus
Keep away the demons
Broke boy I'm never gonna be it
Realest nigga spitting I meant it
Well dog got jammed
And I'm hoping MJ beat it
Where's Johnny Cochrane when you need em
O lord!

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga! =
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Verse 2:]
And Everythang 100
Non believers get punished
We the best hood nation
Best believe we run it
And I run my city
And I run my state
I been stunting these rap niggas
Stay in a child's place
Ain't got no time to waste
Ain't got the time a day
I just pull up to the dealer paid cash on a tag
Why contemplate
Cause I'm Iller
Young nigga young nigga know you be killin
They all in they feelings
I'm humbled I rock up them numbers
I show you the way to the millions
Starvation 3 ain't no love for you busters
It's fuck yo opionon
Please do not ever get comfortable
Cannot ensure your position
This look in my eyes is struggle & pain bitch I'm on a mission
I do what I want & I say what I please I don't need no permission
It's fuck em
You ain't with the team or love em
Started from the bottom of the gutter
Watch for the lames
Never know they maybe undercover
Shhh man they maybe undercover
Oh sneaky mother fuckers
Since they wanna watch let's run it
I'm do it bigger next summer
With my dog P to
He gone do the range or the coupe
Crib with a beach side view
And my nigga Jay Ri & K go to
Boy I swear to God I'm the truth
I'm a beast in the booth
Lookin at the last of a few
Real niggas get to the lou
Let's get it huh?

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Outro: x2]
They ain't had no choice they had to let me in
My foot on all they necks won't them breath again
This greatness in the making I know that within
That hunger nigga this is where it all begin
I'm the one you should fear nigga

Everyday lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro]
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday

[Hook]
Everyday I gotta hustle, everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning with money on my mind
I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday
I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

[Verse 1]
Nothin' else matter but the money
Nothin' else matter but the money
Fuck a nigga hatin'
Nigga's used to pull up in the bucket
Now [?] cost a hundred
You don't wanna run it
Need a couple mil, I can front it
Everything you do, And I done it, I just keep it one hundred
Everyday a nigga gettin' blunted, and I'm with a white snow bunny
Heard you got problems, Glock 40 on me for the dummies
And I got a little for your buddies
Homie don't play that, swear [?] word to my momma
She just told me focus on the comma's, boy that's everyday
I just wanna get it ten ways, rollie and a pair of new J's
Everyday I wake, I gotta thank the Lord for the day
Then I gotta go and get paid
Oh my goodness
Ain't drived the Porsche in a month, my range rover make a nigga hush
Fuck nigga want
Sorry if I'm being too blunt,I gotta show a hater how to stunt
Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it
Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million
Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Boy I'm getting money like a sheikh
Quarter mil, make it in a week
Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech
A Couple bad bitches in the jeep
20 gold bottles, you don't know nothin' bout this
You don't know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large
Coulda went and bought a new Benz, but instead I just put it on the wrist
And your bitch love it, rich nigga but I'm still thuggin'
Broke nigga's stay mean muggin'
Used to have trouble with the four door Ford, now I'm tryin' make the Forbes
Ya'll ain't seen nothin'
Ain't even trippin', promise Imma die real nigga and free my homeboys in the system
Stay prayed up, everyday my mind made up
Everyday [?], never caught slippin'
Case the wanna push they luck, try me if you thinkin' I'm bluffing
Woo
I love it when the beat go to ride out
I gotta yellow bone stripper at the trap house
I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time
Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine


[Hook]

Buss Guns lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Mavado)

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Glock 4-5 on the waistline, you can make a move when you want to
Can't gun in my park, in this city homeboy cus a nigga don't know you
Keep thinkin I'm playin, he thinkin I'm playin, they thinkin I'm playin
Tryin to set a new set, a whole lot of people been poppin up dead
Rule number one, we don't do the police, never talk to the feds
We ain't gully ridin in a Benz, 2 G's with they hair full of dreads
Watch them niggas, I don't like them niggas, I don't trust them niggas
Got on all my jewelry, in the hood playboy, what the fuck wrong with him?
On my mama I don't really get sleep cus a young nigga paranoid
Extendo clips on a gun, motherfucker never travel on steroids
Half a million dollars' worth of whips, young nigga I can show you how to motivate
Ever fucked a bad bitch on a bed full of hunnits? I can show you how to meditate

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Doin bout 100 on the highway, I don't give a fuck about the popo
I don't sell dope but I know a chico who did it for the lolo
Police aksin me questions, thinkin I'm a talk, that's a nono
He a never know I got 4, 5 bricks, all stashed in the 4 do
I'm feelin myself getting money every day like a young nigga pposed to
Can't walk in my shoes, take a look in my eyes, you don't know what I've been through
And free my niggas in the state peniten, every day that's on lockdown
Never gon catch me slip cus you know I'm best friends with the tre pound
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang man you'd think Chief Keef in this motherfucker
And every homeboy around me, man you know I love that nigga like a blood brother
Diff you bitch, down to the gully
Got love in the hood, respect my nigga, can't take that from me

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

Jamaica lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

[Verse 1:]
I swear to God I woke up on the gully side
And all they know is motherfuckin homicide
Murda, just keep the burna
A couple keys will get you shot,
Watch who you servin, watch who you servin,
Police lurkin, oh yea they lurkin
They seven deep in that excursion, in that excursion
Keep 20 thousand in my pockets, that's in my pockets
Ain't talkin money switch the topic, I switch the topic
I pull up in that brand new Gatti, bitch I got it
I fuck these niggas, word to Gotti, just catchin profit
I know some youngins catchin bodies, they catchin bodies
They 17 and got no daughters, ain't got no daughters
Oh my goodness, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
My Rollie cost a couple birdies, a couple birdies
I want a billion fore I'm 40, before I'm 40
They aks me do I smoke that killa? Know what I'm talkin?

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

[Verse 2:]
A hunnit killas with me in Mavado nigga
I'm king of the south and ain't got a lot of niggas
Wake up, go get yo cake up
I blew 100 racks in Jacob, that's only Jacob's
Don't give a fuck, I do it major, I do it major
These bitches watch me like I'm cable, just like I'm cable
And fuck yo life, that shit's a fable, it's all a fable
I show you millions on the table, that's on the table
And can't no other nigga stop me, you'll never stop me
I'm shittin on em, never sloppy, apologizing
Aye check yo Twitter, guess who dreamin, bitch we the hottest,
Bitch we the bidness and the realest, ain't nothing modest,
I swear to God I tried to tell er
We set the standards, we set the standards motherfucker
Better learn some manners
I'm getting head in that new Phantom, that's in a Phantom
And Papi aks me do I got it, you know the answer

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

R.N.S (Real Nigga Shit) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
Free Boosie

Ain't this that shit?
Ain't this that shit?

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 1:]
I say I can't stand no bitch nigga
That goes for you snitch niggas
Can't do no broke boys cus everybody with me they go getters
Say money over these lame hoes, ya'll niggas be cuffin dough
Met the bitch in that same night, I'm a knock down like dominoes
I say oh Lord I'm savin
Fuck ya'll, just pay me
Big bees in my whip, catch a young nigga move saney
I be ridin round with 2 ladies
Pussy nigga you basic
My nigga P keep a strap-on
Them hater fuck around, start sprayin
Nigga don't play me

All I'm talkin is real nigga shit
Come and fuck and suck a real nigga dick
All these hoes want a real nigga rich

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 2:]
I ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother
I'd kill for my mother in case you ain't know
Shoot out 100 then fuckin reload it
I lift up yo spirit like you been promoted
I'm with it, runnin my city
Chasin that money, I get it get it
Came to the ratchet, my bitches said Diddy
I want it, I cop it, you watch what you spendin
Niggas be poundin like I'm pron, tell these hoes to please keep calm
If I die today I'm good
Hope this real shit can live on
Ain't no hoe shit in my blood, know my family is my love
Peace my homeboys and my thugs
Still with the same folk from day one

Boy that's real nigga shit
I'm just tryna get my whole team rich
In a Phantom blowin kush behind the tint
Bumpin Boosie Boo, that badass hit

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 3:]
Say what you wanna, do what you wanna
I get upset, they attack like piranhas
I don't even like not one of you niggas
Bitch ain't thick, can't even fuck with er
Yea we them niggas with the 20 gold bottle
VIP sec, she put 25 models
Pulled up, yep that's us in the foreign
Huh, ya'll life so boring
Uh, I made a mill off touring
Crib in the hills like motherfuckin Lauren
Rest don't chill but just can't ignore
And that pussy so good, I explore like do it
Smoke one, for the ones lost
RIP to every real nigga we once saw, damn
Where the real niggas went?
Free Boosie
Free Fat Boy
Real shit
They gon lose they motherfuckin in the hood when they hear this
Nigga!

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

Boyz N Da Hood (Lil' Nigga Pt. 2) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 1:]
Hunnit round on the backseat
Catch a nigga slippin on the back street
Big fire loaded and it's ready
Homies get it runnin like a track meet
Young nigga tryna catch a body
He don't even know what he started
He don't give a fuck about nothing
Trappin every day to Yo Gotti, fuck it!
Horny 15 and they fuckin
Projects livin with his cousin
Mama on drugs and his daddy don't care
Got a dirty glock boom, he a bust it
And them lil niggas sellin trees
Steady he enlist with the fiends
Never follow rules and he barely go to school
Drug test him and he wasn't even clean
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 2:]
All a young nigga know is murda
Always know he's standin on the corner
Big homie givin in the game
Started with a ounce and a burner
Fuck nigga runnin round lurkin
Extend in the clip so 30
Creepin real slow in a reaper
See a nigga peepin through the curtain
Hold up, lil nigga fuckin up his life
He just wanna earn some stripes
Send him out shootin at another motherfucker
When he see him man he says on sight, damn
He don't really playin for the set
He'd do anything for a check
It's only two ways he gon end up goin
Either prison or he's fuckin round dead
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 3:]
4-5 niggas in a rental
Duck boy, tints on the window
Catch a few niggas at the corner store chillin and they plottin on how they gon kill em, man
Lil nigga with em like fuck it
Roll up on them niggas, start jumpin
Before they even know it everybody hit the ground
Goddamn it's like they seen this shit comin
Woa! Smash on the gas, nigga hurry
Heart beatin fast, niggas worried
Never leave evidence, never leave fingerprints on a car these niggas so dirty
Black car caught them at a light
They ain't even know it
6 masked goonies and the clips on fully
Hot dog and they startin unloadin

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga