[Intro]
In Jesus name I wish somebody would just give him some praise
In the name of Jesus, is there anybody that could open up their mouth
And just begin to praise the Lord, my God (hallelujah)
In the name of Jesus,
Trials and The Tribulations
He promised you He will never leave you nor forsaken you
But He never promised that you wouldn't have no Trials or Tribulations
These things are necessary
In your growth and your development in God
The trials and the tribulations, activate the oil on your life
They activate the strength that lays dormant in you
The struggle, the pressure, the law
All these things contribute in defining who you are
The story of your life
That is that precious, precious oil
It's the handiwork and will of God
Is there anybody that could just begin to declare that God is good
Is there anybody that could just stand up right now
Open up your mouth and tell somebody that God brought me through?
Is there anybody right now that has a testimony that will just call up right now
And tell of the goodness, tell of the mercy of the Lord?
Is He God?
Is He God all by himself?
Somebody give him a praise!
Somebody give him a shout!
Oh hallelujah, glory!
Trials & Tribulations lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
I speak on behalf of the people
Hope, Faith
We all got a story, this is me
[Verse 1:]
Okay, please forgive me father all the sinning I done did
All the dirt I had to do
All the trouble I've been in
Went through trials and tribulations every day to make some ends
I'm a walkin' testimony still I stand yet again
You don't know shit that I been through all this pain ain't that the truth
So much tears that I done cried feeling like I ain't got shit to lose
Why my granny passed away why my daughter didn't stay
Wish they both was here today oh Lord in Jesus name
I done been through hell and back momma dodgin' heart attacks
Ain't no A/C in the house just a broken thermostat
Bill collectors on my line please don't fuckin' call me back
Got me stressin' about this shit ain't no way I could relax
I was only eighteen ain't no money comin' fast
Had no choice but turn to God take some trouble of her back
Everything just goin' wrong feel like nothin' goin' right
I just seen my homie Dale and he die within the night
Boy these streets ain't nothin' nice had to make way out the hood
Don't nobody give a damn had to make sure we was good
Just like that before you knew it I had got my record deal
When you make it from the bottom just imagine how it feel
Lord knows them niggas hate everybody had a doubt
Who this nigga think he is that little black boy from the south
They was laughin' at me then ain't no laughin' at me now
And for those who don't believe ask em now who run the town
Ain't no way I'm givin' up ain't no way I'm givin' in
I done lost it all before can't go through this shit again no (no)
Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do forgive me for my sins for the known for the unknown amen
[Verse 2:]
Let me get it back to legit to quit porsche got two percented tint
Bitch I made so many hits look how quickly they forget
Go ahead and count me out you can talk behind my back
Don't give a fuck about what you say so you think my music wack
That ain't what my banker said couple million wired in
Hope I see a hundred more that's before retirement
Motivation on you hoes ain't no waitin' on the dough
Heard they prayin' that I fail tell them Ace will never fold
I'm a walkin' testimony and I mean just what I say
Looked my daughter in her eyes right before she passed away
Watched them doctors pull the plug don't wanna live another day
This was all in God's fate could not be no other way
How I did it, I kept my faith
They tried to break me but there ain't no way
I kept my focus whipped up the potion
And when you make it out the struggle you the chosen
I seen the light oh glory glory trials and tribulations my life is a story
And everything I did to make it made me who I am today
We the Best is in my blood ain't no father around to thank
I'm a lion in this field and my heart is made of steel
Catch me speedin' to the top hollerin' God take the wheel
Have mercy and even though we all are not perfect
Forgive me
I speak on behalf of the people
Hope, Faith
We all got a story, this is me
[Verse 1:]
Okay, please forgive me father all the sinning I done did
All the dirt I had to do
All the trouble I've been in
Went through trials and tribulations every day to make some ends
I'm a walkin' testimony still I stand yet again
You don't know shit that I been through all this pain ain't that the truth
So much tears that I done cried feeling like I ain't got shit to lose
Why my granny passed away why my daughter didn't stay
Wish they both was here today oh Lord in Jesus name
I done been through hell and back momma dodgin' heart attacks
Ain't no A/C in the house just a broken thermostat
Bill collectors on my line please don't fuckin' call me back
Got me stressin' about this shit ain't no way I could relax
I was only eighteen ain't no money comin' fast
Had no choice but turn to God take some trouble of her back
Everything just goin' wrong feel like nothin' goin' right
I just seen my homie Dale and he die within the night
Boy these streets ain't nothin' nice had to make way out the hood
Don't nobody give a damn had to make sure we was good
Just like that before you knew it I had got my record deal
When you make it from the bottom just imagine how it feel
Lord knows them niggas hate everybody had a doubt
Who this nigga think he is that little black boy from the south
They was laughin' at me then ain't no laughin' at me now
And for those who don't believe ask em now who run the town
Ain't no way I'm givin' up ain't no way I'm givin' in
I done lost it all before can't go through this shit again no (no)
Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do forgive me for my sins for the known for the unknown amen
[Verse 2:]
Let me get it back to legit to quit porsche got two percented tint
Bitch I made so many hits look how quickly they forget
Go ahead and count me out you can talk behind my back
Don't give a fuck about what you say so you think my music wack
That ain't what my banker said couple million wired in
Hope I see a hundred more that's before retirement
Motivation on you hoes ain't no waitin' on the dough
Heard they prayin' that I fail tell them Ace will never fold
I'm a walkin' testimony and I mean just what I say
Looked my daughter in her eyes right before she passed away
Watched them doctors pull the plug don't wanna live another day
This was all in God's fate could not be no other way
How I did it, I kept my faith
They tried to break me but there ain't no way
I kept my focus whipped up the potion
And when you make it out the struggle you the chosen
I seen the light oh glory glory trials and tribulations my life is a story
And everything I did to make it made me who I am today
We the Best is in my blood ain't no father around to thank
I'm a lion in this field and my heart is made of steel
Catch me speedin' to the top hollerin' God take the wheel
Have mercy and even though we all are not perfect
Forgive me
Another Statistic lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Another statistic, nah
I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Don't wanna be another statistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
[Interlude:]
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they're trying to keep us down
Nothing should stop us from being victorious
We shall fight
We will never give up
We will never give in
We shall take it to the mountain top
Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's untamable as a youth
And fuck the government cause' they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents
Don't wanna be another statistic (preach)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
[Interlude:]
We refuse to be apart of divine violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for something
We don't fall for anything, stand up
What's all the pain you been through?
It's time, It's time to stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya'
Some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be another statistic (pray)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another statistic, nah
I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Don't wanna be another statistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
[Interlude:]
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they're trying to keep us down
Nothing should stop us from being victorious
We shall fight
We will never give up
We will never give in
We shall take it to the mountain top
Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's untamable as a youth
And fuck the government cause' they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents
Don't wanna be another statistic (preach)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
[Interlude:]
We refuse to be apart of divine violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for something
We don't fall for anything, stand up
What's all the pain you been through?
It's time, It's time to stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya'
Some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be another statistic (pray)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Before The Rollie lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Meek Mill)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea every day
I'm a get it by any means
That was just my mind frame
Before the Gucci and Louis
Before the Rollie dog I won't do it
They nigga fuck with me when I was broke
You ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it
Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk
No A/C cause the shit don't work
Plus no radio to make shit worse
I'da come a long way and they know it,
Fuck where you at it's about where you goin'
Can't sit around and wait for no money
Ain't no naw nigga can't do it
Boy I did this shit for my niggas
Since day one I been a go getter
Now my money right and these hoes on me
Ho well go figure (Hoodnation)
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
Ain't never had shit for' my dream
Ain't never sell no work to them fiends
Ain't never snitchin' and tell on my dogs
Wakin' up every day for that cream
Nigga I was down and out in that field
So stressed out because of them deals
Ain't no kinda hope in my city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that rot
I'm that same nigga from out of Deerfield
Ain't shit changed except a rap deal
Gotta live nigga actin' funny,
Now I know how niggas in the trap feel
Ya'll rather me broke than be fucked up
And my same hood and those same chucks
I look back today throw prayers up
Now I never forget where I came from
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Meek Mill:]
Before the rollie man it was cuffs
Hard times man shit was tough
I was told don't trust niggas
Be the main ones to come and hit you up
Still ridin' round like I ain't rich as fuck
Young niggas we clippin' up
Before the rollie hoes fronted on me
Now I pull up on em like bitch what's up?
Young niggas ballin'
Fuck niggas hatin'
Before I had a rollie
I ain't have no patience
A nigga ran up on me,
Bitch ass situations
We cap'n gown you pussy niggas ain't talkin' graduation
See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch
Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick
She told you lies and you trust that bitch
Like hol' up
Ya'll niggas hatin' on me
When all these bad bitches waitin' on me
And all that shit you pray on me,
I still kill niggas like shame on me
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea every day
I'm a get it by any means
That was just my mind frame
Before the Gucci and Louis
Before the Rollie dog I won't do it
They nigga fuck with me when I was broke
You ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it
Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk
No A/C cause the shit don't work
Plus no radio to make shit worse
I'da come a long way and they know it,
Fuck where you at it's about where you goin'
Can't sit around and wait for no money
Ain't no naw nigga can't do it
Boy I did this shit for my niggas
Since day one I been a go getter
Now my money right and these hoes on me
Ho well go figure (Hoodnation)
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
Ain't never had shit for' my dream
Ain't never sell no work to them fiends
Ain't never snitchin' and tell on my dogs
Wakin' up every day for that cream
Nigga I was down and out in that field
So stressed out because of them deals
Ain't no kinda hope in my city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that rot
I'm that same nigga from out of Deerfield
Ain't shit changed except a rap deal
Gotta live nigga actin' funny,
Now I know how niggas in the trap feel
Ya'll rather me broke than be fucked up
And my same hood and those same chucks
I look back today throw prayers up
Now I never forget where I came from
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Meek Mill:]
Before the rollie man it was cuffs
Hard times man shit was tough
I was told don't trust niggas
Be the main ones to come and hit you up
Still ridin' round like I ain't rich as fuck
Young niggas we clippin' up
Before the rollie hoes fronted on me
Now I pull up on em like bitch what's up?
Young niggas ballin'
Fuck niggas hatin'
Before I had a rollie
I ain't have no patience
A nigga ran up on me,
Bitch ass situations
We cap'n gown you pussy niggas ain't talkin' graduation
See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch
Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick
She told you lies and you trust that bitch
Like hol' up
Ya'll niggas hatin' on me
When all these bad bitches waitin' on me
And all that shit you pray on me,
I still kill niggas like shame on me
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
We Outchea lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro: Ace Hood]
Real life, Ace Hoooood
We the motherfuckin' best - HUH!
(Lil bro, ya know I gotcha)
[Chorus: Ace Hood (Lil Wayne)]
I made my way from the bottom, and I'm grindin'
I wake up every morning lookin' for commas
Bout my dollars; I'm goin' all out
And that's on my mama, on my mama (yeeeah)
Cause we outchea (we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin'), cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Grindin' all damn night, cause we outchea
[Ace Hood]
Everyday that I'm wakenin', I'mma say my prayers (Amen)
I'mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
And I'mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain't no time to sleep, I get guap, ain't no Jordan's in the shoe box
Ain't no roof that came with that drop, chase that paper youngin' don't stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle, tryin' to get my fuckin' in, that's struggle
Fuck that nine to five that don't cut, ain't no job I guess that's my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date, tryin' to triple what I made today
This one right here is for my real niggas and bad bitches who gettin' cake
Count it up til your thumbs hurt, put fam second and God first
Hatin' niggas ain't phasin' me; you couldn't walk a mile in my foot work
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'
When opportunity knock
I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops
Damn, I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom I didn't clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe's, sak pase
I'm twisted weed in my mansion, I go dumb in alumni Stanford
Remember when moms couldn't afford Pampers, now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F. for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I'm richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
I say another day, another dollar, thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watching back in this cold world cause everybody won't see tomorrow
Money callin' and I'm motivated, kill the beat, its pre-meditated
Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day I'mma go get it, pair of J's and my Florida fitted
Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fail, hatin' on me I don't give a damn
Out here like what nigga? You don't get the picutre like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand, couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to those big M's, and my weight up like six gyms
I'm outchea and I mean that; We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes I don't need that, I'da come too far to be lookin' back
[Chorus]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
YOUNG MULA BAAAY-BAAAY!
Ace Hood, nigga
Fuck these lil bitch ass niggas
Real life, Ace Hoooood
We the motherfuckin' best - HUH!
(Lil bro, ya know I gotcha)
[Chorus: Ace Hood (Lil Wayne)]
I made my way from the bottom, and I'm grindin'
I wake up every morning lookin' for commas
Bout my dollars; I'm goin' all out
And that's on my mama, on my mama (yeeeah)
Cause we outchea (we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin'), cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Grindin' all damn night, cause we outchea
[Ace Hood]
Everyday that I'm wakenin', I'mma say my prayers (Amen)
I'mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
And I'mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain't no time to sleep, I get guap, ain't no Jordan's in the shoe box
Ain't no roof that came with that drop, chase that paper youngin' don't stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle, tryin' to get my fuckin' in, that's struggle
Fuck that nine to five that don't cut, ain't no job I guess that's my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date, tryin' to triple what I made today
This one right here is for my real niggas and bad bitches who gettin' cake
Count it up til your thumbs hurt, put fam second and God first
Hatin' niggas ain't phasin' me; you couldn't walk a mile in my foot work
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'
When opportunity knock
I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops
Damn, I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom I didn't clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe's, sak pase
I'm twisted weed in my mansion, I go dumb in alumni Stanford
Remember when moms couldn't afford Pampers, now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F. for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I'm richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
I say another day, another dollar, thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watching back in this cold world cause everybody won't see tomorrow
Money callin' and I'm motivated, kill the beat, its pre-meditated
Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day I'mma go get it, pair of J's and my Florida fitted
Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fail, hatin' on me I don't give a damn
Out here like what nigga? You don't get the picutre like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand, couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to those big M's, and my weight up like six gyms
I'm outchea and I mean that; We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes I don't need that, I'da come too far to be lookin' back
[Chorus]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
YOUNG MULA BAAAY-BAAAY!
Ace Hood, nigga
Fuck these lil bitch ass niggas
We Them Niggas lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up)
We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas…
All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it)
We them niggas, we them niggas…
Middle finger to the ceiling…
We them niggas, we them niggas…
We don’t really give a fuck…
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
[Verse 1]
I’m screamin’ “fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas”
Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm
‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building
And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl?
My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her
Oh lord! Oh lord!
Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa
Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it
Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter
We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top
Y’all mad? LOL – go figure
Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach
On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up
I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what
Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club
I’m just really showin’ love
That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad
All haters need a hug
Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs
‘Til the ma’fuckin’ sun come up
Let it pass, puff puff
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up
I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch
Lil’ nigga, that’s a must
Good Lord! Good Lord!
Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus
And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already
Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like “what?”
Now where you from, where you from?
Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump
Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar
Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck
Amen! Amen!
Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist
Man, this shit is pretty rare
Everything I do big, all I do is set trends
You can try it, don’t nobody really care
Don’t nobody really care
I can show you my committee, in my city
Boy, I’m treated like the mayor
Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie
Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare
I’m just keepin’ shit player…
[Hook]
[Outro]
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Everybody know they can’t fuck with us
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up)
We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas…
All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it)
We them niggas, we them niggas…
Middle finger to the ceiling…
We them niggas, we them niggas…
We don’t really give a fuck…
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
[Verse 1]
I’m screamin’ “fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas”
Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm
‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building
And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl?
My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her
Oh lord! Oh lord!
Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa
Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it
Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter
We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top
Y’all mad? LOL – go figure
Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach
On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up
I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what
Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club
I’m just really showin’ love
That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad
All haters need a hug
Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs
‘Til the ma’fuckin’ sun come up
Let it pass, puff puff
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up
I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch
Lil’ nigga, that’s a must
Good Lord! Good Lord!
Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus
And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already
Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like “what?”
Now where you from, where you from?
Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump
Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar
Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck
Amen! Amen!
Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist
Man, this shit is pretty rare
Everything I do big, all I do is set trends
You can try it, don’t nobody really care
Don’t nobody really care
I can show you my committee, in my city
Boy, I’m treated like the mayor
Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie
Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare
I’m just keepin’ shit player…
[Hook]
[Outro]
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Everybody know they can’t fuck with us
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
The Come Up lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & Ace Hood]
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fueled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
I do it for the ones like me
And all people who's just like you
No matter what they say about me
I'm a do whatever I gotta do
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
This is the come up
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
The gutta, where niggas run up and they get done up
And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them commas, bigger diamonds and high designer
With all the finest women, goddess
With perfect bodies that we admire
This is the come up where niggas do whatever for money
They'll murk a nigga now and got to church on a Sunday
Probably snitch on homeboys and take a flight out of country
It's fucked up, the motive is to get out the hood
Get your mama new crib, keep your family good
When that money is pouring and them jewels is shining
And them cars are foreigns, them haters praying it storm
It's no love, it ain't a place for the weak
Only strong survive, only hustlers ride
This is the come up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up and dreams are never seemed couldn't believe and it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it anything you vision and anything you wishing you can live it just bare the witness they said I wouldn't and I did it what God intended from being label as a menace to counting millions my daughter smiling every minute I'm an a attendance oh lord I got my deal in the field crying hundred of tears feeling like that doughboy hit a lick for a meal riding round with that work know them weapons concealed if them feds ever catch em leave them for 200 hundred years for that dope and I know money come money go in the fame in the game all the hate that it brings many lost some gave never changed not me gotta survive everyday know every morning I wake I'm tryna come up
[Hook]
[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
So, don't you dare give up?
Keep your head above the clouds
And your eyes on the price
Don't you dare give up?
This is for the grind
[Hook]
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
One day you gon make it out struggle
Don't you worried now?
My brothers and my sisters, mama too
This is the come up
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fueled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
I do it for the ones like me
And all people who's just like you
No matter what they say about me
I'm a do whatever I gotta do
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
This is the come up
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
The gutta, where niggas run up and they get done up
And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them commas, bigger diamonds and high designer
With all the finest women, goddess
With perfect bodies that we admire
This is the come up where niggas do whatever for money
They'll murk a nigga now and got to church on a Sunday
Probably snitch on homeboys and take a flight out of country
It's fucked up, the motive is to get out the hood
Get your mama new crib, keep your family good
When that money is pouring and them jewels is shining
And them cars are foreigns, them haters praying it storm
It's no love, it ain't a place for the weak
Only strong survive, only hustlers ride
This is the come up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up and dreams are never seemed couldn't believe and it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it anything you vision and anything you wishing you can live it just bare the witness they said I wouldn't and I did it what God intended from being label as a menace to counting millions my daughter smiling every minute I'm an a attendance oh lord I got my deal in the field crying hundred of tears feeling like that doughboy hit a lick for a meal riding round with that work know them weapons concealed if them feds ever catch em leave them for 200 hundred years for that dope and I know money come money go in the fame in the game all the hate that it brings many lost some gave never changed not me gotta survive everyday know every morning I wake I'm tryna come up
[Hook]
[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
So, don't you dare give up?
Keep your head above the clouds
And your eyes on the price
Don't you dare give up?
This is for the grind
[Hook]
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
One day you gon make it out struggle
Don't you worried now?
My brothers and my sisters, mama too
This is the come up
Rider lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Chris Brown)
[Intro:]
If I call my baby
She pick up the phone every time
At the the drop of a dime
That rider
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
Had no money, would you still love me?
If I got jammed up and did a little time
Would you still be the woman who gon' hold it down
Through the hard times
And the cloudy days
Would you stand strong?
Would you run away?
All the bullshit, and all the heartache
She still ridin' with a nigga since the first day
Her ambitions of a rider
She would be around if I never had a dollar
She would be my nurse if I ever need a doctor
Bonnie and Clyde, she never side with the coppers
Never break code, forever be loyal
Never break ties 'til we buried in the soil
If it ever go down, she trynna go too
Down for whatever bullshit I'm going through
She's my backbone
Nothing like that feeling
When I'm in her so long
Passion and that loveing that between us so strong
Grippin' on that ass, she just tell me "hold on"
She could be the wife, maybe one day
Have a few kids go and travel out the state
She gonna ride or die for a nigga 'til the grave
And I hope it never change
[Hook:]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Need a down bitch for a real nigga
Never lied to her, keep it real with her
Got her own money, but she a go getter
She allergic to them broke and the ho niggas
Rule number one is that it ain't none
Probably make shawty my wife when the day come
Nothing like a pretty lady who can roll up
Them other hoes, yeah they mad, so what?
Me and you for life, team us
Big face rollies, you can get the same one
I'm in that Mulsanne, you in that coupe, what?
Ain't that many people 'round that I do trust
You the last of a dying breed
Ride for me baby, everything is guaranteed
Anything you ever wanted, or ever need
Turn life out of any dream
I mean that, keep it 100
When I need that, she gon' come runnin'
When I fiend for it, give that ass to me
Never tell her no, she get the last from me
If I get jail, gotta go to court
She be right there, need I say more?
Love
[Hook: x2]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If I call my baby
She pick up the phone every time
At the the drop of a dime
That rider
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
Had no money, would you still love me?
If I got jammed up and did a little time
Would you still be the woman who gon' hold it down
Through the hard times
And the cloudy days
Would you stand strong?
Would you run away?
All the bullshit, and all the heartache
She still ridin' with a nigga since the first day
Her ambitions of a rider
She would be around if I never had a dollar
She would be my nurse if I ever need a doctor
Bonnie and Clyde, she never side with the coppers
Never break code, forever be loyal
Never break ties 'til we buried in the soil
If it ever go down, she trynna go too
Down for whatever bullshit I'm going through
She's my backbone
Nothing like that feeling
When I'm in her so long
Passion and that loveing that between us so strong
Grippin' on that ass, she just tell me "hold on"
She could be the wife, maybe one day
Have a few kids go and travel out the state
She gonna ride or die for a nigga 'til the grave
And I hope it never change
[Hook:]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Need a down bitch for a real nigga
Never lied to her, keep it real with her
Got her own money, but she a go getter
She allergic to them broke and the ho niggas
Rule number one is that it ain't none
Probably make shawty my wife when the day come
Nothing like a pretty lady who can roll up
Them other hoes, yeah they mad, so what?
Me and you for life, team us
Big face rollies, you can get the same one
I'm in that Mulsanne, you in that coupe, what?
Ain't that many people 'round that I do trust
You the last of a dying breed
Ride for me baby, everything is guaranteed
Anything you ever wanted, or ever need
Turn life out of any dream
I mean that, keep it 100
When I need that, she gon' come runnin'
When I fiend for it, give that ass to me
Never tell her no, she get the last from me
If I get jail, gotta go to court
She be right there, need I say more?
Love
[Hook: x2]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
Hope lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
I feel you
To every girl who ain't never had a daddy, and every boy who ain't never have a mother
To that pretty woman lost in the world, who seem to think another man won't love her
All the homies locked up in the pen, who can never seem to dodge that trouble
Hold your head up high cause there's better days, hard times I was praying for them better ways
I don't know a niggas struggle but I know pain
Cold world but a nigga trying to maintain
Still praying for a little change
Bills due and I can't pay
Or when your money low when your rent late
And doc say granny gone after thirty days
You don't even know the half of my heartache
Too many I done lost is a heartbreak
And they wonder why this young nigga goin' hard I done came too far from my boulevard
Couple war wounds, few battle scars, but I'm still here living gotta thank God.
It's a cold world, it don't love you
Funny what a little faith and a hope do
Lord
[Hook:]
And I know my momma praying for me,
And my granny praying for me,
I'm hustling for my family and that's every day and night,
And the day I witnessed my daughter born it was the greatest day of my life, my life.
Yeah take a look in my eyes, look how far a nigga came
You can search my soul, you understand my pain
Nigga trust nobody, and that probably never change
With a little bit of hope, you can reach your dreams
[Verse 2:]
For anybody who done ever had a dream, you are just like me
Still beleving in myself even when them niggas hated and they told me that it could not be
You's a muhfuckin' lie, motivate a nigga when you see him on the block
Tell me how it feel when you struggle with the bills, and your momma take pills, and you never seen your pop.
That put a dent right into my childhood,
Still praying that I want to live good.
Selling dope get you hoes and them nice cars,
I'm just thinking if I really should.
Small city young nigga with a mindset
Ain't never trying to be another convict
See I can't lose, and I won't quit
As long as God in my heart then I'm conscious
Remember when they said I wouldn't be shit?
People doubted that I ever had a gift
Who the fuck are you to judge me nigga? I will never let them sink my ship
Through the trials and tribulations, nigga still I stand, thank God in advance
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Growing up I wanted to be like Jordan,
Even though I couldn't really afford it.
Who's to say I can't be an Obama,
A Tiger Woods worth about a billion dollars?
Everybody wanna sell a little coke,
Cause it's cool to them niggas you know.
Nobody wanna be another judge.
Young niggas only looking for the plug (hope)
Watch your momma doing dope
Daddy locked in the pen
And you on your own
Gotta keep your head up
When you're tired and fed up
Better days gon' come
Better days gon' come
[Hook]
I feel you
To every girl who ain't never had a daddy, and every boy who ain't never have a mother
To that pretty woman lost in the world, who seem to think another man won't love her
All the homies locked up in the pen, who can never seem to dodge that trouble
Hold your head up high cause there's better days, hard times I was praying for them better ways
I don't know a niggas struggle but I know pain
Cold world but a nigga trying to maintain
Still praying for a little change
Bills due and I can't pay
Or when your money low when your rent late
And doc say granny gone after thirty days
You don't even know the half of my heartache
Too many I done lost is a heartbreak
And they wonder why this young nigga goin' hard I done came too far from my boulevard
Couple war wounds, few battle scars, but I'm still here living gotta thank God.
It's a cold world, it don't love you
Funny what a little faith and a hope do
Lord
[Hook:]
And I know my momma praying for me,
And my granny praying for me,
I'm hustling for my family and that's every day and night,
And the day I witnessed my daughter born it was the greatest day of my life, my life.
Yeah take a look in my eyes, look how far a nigga came
You can search my soul, you understand my pain
Nigga trust nobody, and that probably never change
With a little bit of hope, you can reach your dreams
[Verse 2:]
For anybody who done ever had a dream, you are just like me
Still beleving in myself even when them niggas hated and they told me that it could not be
You's a muhfuckin' lie, motivate a nigga when you see him on the block
Tell me how it feel when you struggle with the bills, and your momma take pills, and you never seen your pop.
That put a dent right into my childhood,
Still praying that I want to live good.
Selling dope get you hoes and them nice cars,
I'm just thinking if I really should.
Small city young nigga with a mindset
Ain't never trying to be another convict
See I can't lose, and I won't quit
As long as God in my heart then I'm conscious
Remember when they said I wouldn't be shit?
People doubted that I ever had a gift
Who the fuck are you to judge me nigga? I will never let them sink my ship
Through the trials and tribulations, nigga still I stand, thank God in advance
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Growing up I wanted to be like Jordan,
Even though I couldn't really afford it.
Who's to say I can't be an Obama,
A Tiger Woods worth about a billion dollars?
Everybody wanna sell a little coke,
Cause it's cool to them niggas you know.
Nobody wanna be another judge.
Young niggas only looking for the plug (hope)
Watch your momma doing dope
Daddy locked in the pen
And you on your own
Gotta keep your head up
When you're tired and fed up
Better days gon' come
Better days gon' come
[Hook]
Pray For Me lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Paranoid going through it Oh Lord! Somebody pray for me please somebody amen somebody
[Hook:]
Somebody pray for me somebody pray for me ain't got no fucking mind somebody help me please them niggas still snitching no common loyalty boy I'm so stressed out too many lawyer fees somebody pray for me somebody pray for me them pussy niggas mad they filled with jealousy I got that problem solver now where my enemies somebody pray for me somebody pray for me
[Verse 1:]
I think I'm going crazy I think I lost my mind feel like the feds watching I think they tapped my line I'm going through paranoia just paid another lawyer got to keep the devil off me I need some holy water Lord somebody pray for me somebody pray for me I got so much money bitch I can't go to sleep I lost my granny Georgia oh may she rest in peace I took a bunch of diamonds put 'em in my Jesus piece I'm sick and tired of crying all my niggas in the city dying either that or prison cells they doing so much time I just won't ever get it that clip gonna come extended the last nigga threatened mine I swear he end up missing
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm calling out to God I hope he get the message just bought a brand new choppa run up and you'll regret it my baby momma tripping that shit gonna have me stressing that money bring you haters but still know it's a blessing somebody pray for me somebody pray for me just 'cause I'm in the 'rari police wanna fuck with me they think I'm selling dope my neck a half a key my bitch is bad as hell she come from overseas this world is going crazy the streets is getting worser don't wanna get caught without it that's why I keep my burna oh please forgive me father the type to never bother you try my mother sister daughter you won't see tomorrow
[Hook]
Lord Lord somebody pray for me somebody somebody oh Lord!
Paranoid going through it Oh Lord! Somebody pray for me please somebody amen somebody
[Hook:]
Somebody pray for me somebody pray for me ain't got no fucking mind somebody help me please them niggas still snitching no common loyalty boy I'm so stressed out too many lawyer fees somebody pray for me somebody pray for me them pussy niggas mad they filled with jealousy I got that problem solver now where my enemies somebody pray for me somebody pray for me
[Verse 1:]
I think I'm going crazy I think I lost my mind feel like the feds watching I think they tapped my line I'm going through paranoia just paid another lawyer got to keep the devil off me I need some holy water Lord somebody pray for me somebody pray for me I got so much money bitch I can't go to sleep I lost my granny Georgia oh may she rest in peace I took a bunch of diamonds put 'em in my Jesus piece I'm sick and tired of crying all my niggas in the city dying either that or prison cells they doing so much time I just won't ever get it that clip gonna come extended the last nigga threatened mine I swear he end up missing
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm calling out to God I hope he get the message just bought a brand new choppa run up and you'll regret it my baby momma tripping that shit gonna have me stressing that money bring you haters but still know it's a blessing somebody pray for me somebody pray for me just 'cause I'm in the 'rari police wanna fuck with me they think I'm selling dope my neck a half a key my bitch is bad as hell she come from overseas this world is going crazy the streets is getting worser don't wanna get caught without it that's why I keep my burna oh please forgive me father the type to never bother you try my mother sister daughter you won't see tomorrow
[Hook]
Lord Lord somebody pray for me somebody somebody oh Lord!
Bugatti lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Future & Rick Ross)
[Intro: Future]
We the motherfucking best nigga
Ace Hood
It's Over, Future
[Bridge: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch
you and your model put that on my list
oh there he go in that Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the coroner in
murder she wrote, swallow a choke
Hit her and go, I won't call her again
woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whipping some shit with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
you pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
balling on niggas like Kobe
fuck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
repping my city I’m running my state
give me a pistol then run with the K’s
Niggas want beef then I visit your place
Bang!
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
> Yeah, and I'm at it again
there go the flow bringing tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
niggas is sweet bring them cavities in
counting money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
niggas is squares, cabin and pens
neck full of Gold Olympian shit
niggas is blowing their checks on the gear
fall on some pussy then hop on the leer
shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
living my life off of tuna
wanted with me I deliver the beef
real niggas only enjoying the feast
pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves
Bang
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
it's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
that’s why I hustle for the half a Ki that's 12 G’s
> I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP
you gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league
> Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet
left in a puddle finger prints is on a hundred mill
and what it is? Ricky Rosé and Ace Hood
we hella Trill
yeah
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
We the motherfucking best nigga
Ace Hood
It's Over, Future
[Bridge: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch
you and your model put that on my list
oh there he go in that Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the coroner in
murder she wrote, swallow a choke
Hit her and go, I won't call her again
woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whipping some shit with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
you pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
balling on niggas like Kobe
fuck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
repping my city I’m running my state
give me a pistol then run with the K’s
Niggas want beef then I visit your place
Bang!
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
> Yeah, and I'm at it again
there go the flow bringing tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
niggas is sweet bring them cavities in
counting money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
niggas is squares, cabin and pens
neck full of Gold Olympian shit
niggas is blowing their checks on the gear
fall on some pussy then hop on the leer
shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
living my life off of tuna
wanted with me I deliver the beef
real niggas only enjoying the feast
pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves
Bang
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
it's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
that’s why I hustle for the half a Ki that's 12 G’s
> I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP
you gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league
> Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet
left in a puddle finger prints is on a hundred mill
and what it is? Ricky Rosé and Ace Hood
we hella Trill
yeah
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
How I'm Raised lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 1:]
I done been through hell and back but now a nigga still learn
Hope the Lord watch over me cause I'm a need his mercy
And I'm a put this real shit and this one in my verse
That's just how I'm raised
Ain't never snitched or told on my dawg
Ain't never copped a plea to get off
Ain't never testified on no stand
Ain't never point a hand at no man
I done seen gangstas, niggas turn stay
Seen some friends who turned into snakes
I ain't never took for granted no days
Start getting money, them niggas will hate
Pray every day cause a youngin do sin
Trap with that 40, don't need I'm a friend
Rack up a millie then do it again
Copped a Ferrari, I call that revenge
Wake up, I'm thinkin the Lord's giving
Kiss my lil daughter then hoped in the Benz
Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 2:]
I heard them people out there, be cautious
Bitch niggas runnin off like forces
That's the type of shit that get you in a coffin
No talkin, that 4-5 sparkin
Get money, no sleep, you crazy?
Get em higher but it really don't phase me
Straight cashin, I whip no payments
I make a movie like I know Pete Swaily
All of my life I just wanted to ball
Most of my niggas still dodging the law
Rest in peace to my homies that lost
Word to my fam, I do it for ya'll
Fuck all you pussies, you haters will ball
When you go broke there'll be no one to call
You's in em hustling hustling, Lord amen
Only interested if we talkin money
Clique full of real niggas with me and they all 100
Come now lay me down to sleep
Thank the Lord for every day I see
Told my mama put it all on me
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 1:]
I done been through hell and back but now a nigga still learn
Hope the Lord watch over me cause I'm a need his mercy
And I'm a put this real shit and this one in my verse
That's just how I'm raised
Ain't never snitched or told on my dawg
Ain't never copped a plea to get off
Ain't never testified on no stand
Ain't never point a hand at no man
I done seen gangstas, niggas turn stay
Seen some friends who turned into snakes
I ain't never took for granted no days
Start getting money, them niggas will hate
Pray every day cause a youngin do sin
Trap with that 40, don't need I'm a friend
Rack up a millie then do it again
Copped a Ferrari, I call that revenge
Wake up, I'm thinkin the Lord's giving
Kiss my lil daughter then hoped in the Benz
Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 2:]
I heard them people out there, be cautious
Bitch niggas runnin off like forces
That's the type of shit that get you in a coffin
No talkin, that 4-5 sparkin
Get money, no sleep, you crazy?
Get em higher but it really don't phase me
Straight cashin, I whip no payments
I make a movie like I know Pete Swaily
All of my life I just wanted to ball
Most of my niggas still dodging the law
Rest in peace to my homies that lost
Word to my fam, I do it for ya'll
Fuck all you pussies, you haters will ball
When you go broke there'll be no one to call
You's in em hustling hustling, Lord amen
Only interested if we talkin money
Clique full of real niggas with me and they all 100
Come now lay me down to sleep
Thank the Lord for every day I see
Told my mama put it all on me
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
My Bible lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
I feel alright [x4]
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I can hear my granny speaking from the land of heaven
Pray I get the message, bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady barely see the reverend
Hope my life is right with Christ before it's Armageddon
Lord knows it's cold world and it ain't apologetic
Keep my bible on my side just know I'm armed and ready
If we got a problem, scriptures like 100 choppers
Ain't no weapon for what gets me to whatever prosper
Devils come in different forms watch for the impostors
Cause' everybody ain't your friends put that on my momma
Words of the wise, faith and hope will never die
Prayin to a higher God before I rest an eye
Seven angels on my collar must I testify?
Know some youngin's totin' guns before they baptized
Man this world is out of order, keep ya' holy water
Daddy gotta go, I kiss the cheek on my lil' daughter
Steady hustlin' just to support my covenant
Bible with me that's stronger than any government
I'm never worried devil lurking, trying to serve a purpose
Triple black phantom ghost, lord have mercy
Only God can judge me I never need attorney
Hear my momma prayin' for me on this lonely journey (amen)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
How sweet is the sound
Bloodsuckers, never trust em' I don't keep em' around
Holding on to my Jesus piece, no demons allowed
Put that ice in the crown, never preachin the foul
Know the snakes are watching
Every dollar to pocket
Jealousy in your soul, every nigga will gossip
Lord knows I'm sinning, timberlands in the trenches
Psalms 91, please lord protect those with me
Why they hate on me? I got my strap on me
It came with a million bullets come and test out these
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Got the word of God for any spirit that's there
Got the blood of Jesus on my white Nike Airs
Lion hearted lil' nigga with the force of a bear
I'm beast mode, never wanna see that side I suppose
And my eyes closing, praying for niggas with hate in they soul
Please guide my steps, cause' it's hell out there
Pussy niggas playin dirty tryin' to plan my death
20 Jesus pieces on me like I can't be touched
Every soul needs saved but it can't be rushed
People dying everyday just pray it ain't one of us
Keep my bible right beside me know what God I trust.
Yes lord, amen, amen
Long as I got my bible
Long as I got my bible
I scream (Jesus)
I feel alright [x4]
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I can hear my granny speaking from the land of heaven
Pray I get the message, bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady barely see the reverend
Hope my life is right with Christ before it's Armageddon
Lord knows it's cold world and it ain't apologetic
Keep my bible on my side just know I'm armed and ready
If we got a problem, scriptures like 100 choppers
Ain't no weapon for what gets me to whatever prosper
Devils come in different forms watch for the impostors
Cause' everybody ain't your friends put that on my momma
Words of the wise, faith and hope will never die
Prayin to a higher God before I rest an eye
Seven angels on my collar must I testify?
Know some youngin's totin' guns before they baptized
Man this world is out of order, keep ya' holy water
Daddy gotta go, I kiss the cheek on my lil' daughter
Steady hustlin' just to support my covenant
Bible with me that's stronger than any government
I'm never worried devil lurking, trying to serve a purpose
Triple black phantom ghost, lord have mercy
Only God can judge me I never need attorney
Hear my momma prayin' for me on this lonely journey (amen)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
How sweet is the sound
Bloodsuckers, never trust em' I don't keep em' around
Holding on to my Jesus piece, no demons allowed
Put that ice in the crown, never preachin the foul
Know the snakes are watching
Every dollar to pocket
Jealousy in your soul, every nigga will gossip
Lord knows I'm sinning, timberlands in the trenches
Psalms 91, please lord protect those with me
Why they hate on me? I got my strap on me
It came with a million bullets come and test out these
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Got the word of God for any spirit that's there
Got the blood of Jesus on my white Nike Airs
Lion hearted lil' nigga with the force of a bear
I'm beast mode, never wanna see that side I suppose
And my eyes closing, praying for niggas with hate in they soul
Please guide my steps, cause' it's hell out there
Pussy niggas playin dirty tryin' to plan my death
20 Jesus pieces on me like I can't be touched
Every soul needs saved but it can't be rushed
People dying everyday just pray it ain't one of us
Keep my bible right beside me know what God I trust.
Yes lord, amen, amen
Long as I got my bible
Long as I got my bible
I scream (Jesus)
Mama lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Betty Wright)
[Hook: Betty Wright]
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
May eleven special, I was born in God's favor
Mama gave birth in tears through that hard labour
I just wanna thank you, ain't no way I could repay you
Strongest woman that I know, you've been my motivator
And just know I'll be everything that you said I would
Only focus is hoping that all my family good
A lot of ups and downs, a lot of hard times
A lot of cloudy days, prayin for that sun to shine
I was hard headed, granddaddy diabetic
Lord bless her soul, granny kept a fool ready
Five kids, three jobs, how you ever did it?
Tryna make a livin, hustle got me reminiscin
Daddy chose lust over all us
Tell me what's the type of man who never kept in touch
How do you feel? Mama showed me the real
Can't revover them years, too much emotion to feel
We was covered in bills, mama takin them pills
Got er stressin for days, then why the fuck ain't you here
It's why I love er to death, she was dead when they left
Prayin for me every day, Lord honor my steps
I hope you hear my Lord, if yo mama's around
Gotta cherish the love, gotta savor the smile
Never go for nothing, gotta keep it 100
You are the epitome of a strong black woman,
You hear me?
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Dear mama I just wanna say I love you
And if you left toda I don't know what I'd ever do
Sayin this boy ain't nothing like yo mama
Through the road blocks, fake friends and the drama
Mo grilfriends and a chick named karma
Real eyes realize I could call on er
Any time of day, any time of night
Been there from the start up on this journey called life
Now I'm 24 and grown, tourin doin shows
Thankful for it all, know it's been a bumpy road
As we starin at my Rollie, started reminiscin
Boy my bad ass, used to run from all them woopings
But I understand, made me a better man
You hear me mama told you would never want again
I put my pain on the beat, you fed it all to the streets
I'm a believer in me and I be livin the dream
Oh Lord, black boy bout to get feel
Who'da thought that I'd be countin up a couple mill?
All them TV and them magazines were label deals
Talkin bout the struggle, start to give a nigga chills
God it's the press, people still hate
Wasn't for my mama, don't know where I'd be today
Lord have mercy
Don't know where I'd be today
[Bridge: Betty Wright]
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me? [x2]
When all your friends, all your false friends are gone
You know mama's gonna stay and stay and stay and stay 'cause a mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Yea, that's how we do
That's how we do
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
When your friends tell you how they gon show up and come
And they know bout it there but got it mama
For your support I know you know about a mama
Oh you can count on mama all day, all night, anyway
Mama
I wanna talk about a mama
You know what I'm talkin about
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
May eleven special, I was born in God's favor
Mama gave birth in tears through that hard labour
I just wanna thank you, ain't no way I could repay you
Strongest woman that I know, you've been my motivator
And just know I'll be everything that you said I would
Only focus is hoping that all my family good
A lot of ups and downs, a lot of hard times
A lot of cloudy days, prayin for that sun to shine
I was hard headed, granddaddy diabetic
Lord bless her soul, granny kept a fool ready
Five kids, three jobs, how you ever did it?
Tryna make a livin, hustle got me reminiscin
Daddy chose lust over all us
Tell me what's the type of man who never kept in touch
How do you feel? Mama showed me the real
Can't revover them years, too much emotion to feel
We was covered in bills, mama takin them pills
Got er stressin for days, then why the fuck ain't you here
It's why I love er to death, she was dead when they left
Prayin for me every day, Lord honor my steps
I hope you hear my Lord, if yo mama's around
Gotta cherish the love, gotta savor the smile
Never go for nothing, gotta keep it 100
You are the epitome of a strong black woman,
You hear me?
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Dear mama I just wanna say I love you
And if you left toda I don't know what I'd ever do
Sayin this boy ain't nothing like yo mama
Through the road blocks, fake friends and the drama
Mo grilfriends and a chick named karma
Real eyes realize I could call on er
Any time of day, any time of night
Been there from the start up on this journey called life
Now I'm 24 and grown, tourin doin shows
Thankful for it all, know it's been a bumpy road
As we starin at my Rollie, started reminiscin
Boy my bad ass, used to run from all them woopings
But I understand, made me a better man
You hear me mama told you would never want again
I put my pain on the beat, you fed it all to the streets
I'm a believer in me and I be livin the dream
Oh Lord, black boy bout to get feel
Who'da thought that I'd be countin up a couple mill?
All them TV and them magazines were label deals
Talkin bout the struggle, start to give a nigga chills
God it's the press, people still hate
Wasn't for my mama, don't know where I'd be today
Lord have mercy
Don't know where I'd be today
[Bridge: Betty Wright]
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me? [x2]
When all your friends, all your false friends are gone
You know mama's gonna stay and stay and stay and stay 'cause a mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Yea, that's how we do
That's how we do
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
When your friends tell you how they gon show up and come
And they know bout it there but got it mama
For your support I know you know about a mama
Oh you can count on mama all day, all night, anyway
Mama
I wanna talk about a mama
You know what I'm talkin about
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Bugatti (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Wiz Khalifa, T.I., Meek Mill, French Montana, 2 Chainz, Future, DJ Khaled, Birdman)
[Intro: Future and DJ Khaled]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Remix motherfucker!
Ace Hood!
This the remix!
[Hook 1: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me
Man y'all need a new hobby
Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say?
I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher
On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes
I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's
Dam, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque
We the best, runnin' every summer in fact
July 16th I'm bringin' the real back
Broward! Pussy
[Bridge: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick
Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get
Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip
And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch
And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce
And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
And it's paid for nigga
Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang
For that, in God we trust, we bang
I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti
I got a few young hotties wanna get shit poppin'
Right, put it in the light
Nigga got ice but it don't look right
If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight
I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
And all I want is money, leave the fame to you
I graduated out of gladiator school
So all I know is go like I'm trained to do
Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm mashin out
I let the top down in my Phantom drop
Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut
When you see me, I'm cashin' out
Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot
You keep carrying on, you getting carried out
Cause I don’t take ass whoopins, just pass ‘em out
Is this worth getting blasted about?
No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?
[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Money conversation
Get so high, I be scrapin'
Got my eyes like a Asian
In my ride, like I'm racin'
In the sky, like a plane
It's Gang or die
Ain't no lames up in my circle
Ain't no ho shit in my eyes
Throwin' money in the air
Poppin' bands and let it fly
Where I'm from, you come up short
Pull that thing and let it fly
You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm Marley
Got so much ink on my body
Brought so much drink to the party
I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 5: Birdman]
Fresh, whips
Candy on that money dip
Five hundred, I'm hood rich
Put in work, did a hundred flips
Been about them mansions
Stunna island, we packin'
Rich gang, we uptown
Nigga hardbody and mackin'
Tool on that back, nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mil' like it's a dollar
Stunt
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 6: French Montana]
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom now it's caught up, Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how 'melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I shown nigga how the metal feel
Fidel Castro with them cuban links
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga, no France
Hottest new niggas in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten M's
DJ Khaled up in there
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 7: 2 Chainz]
Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit
All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
Like this, I'mma say this
Fuck it, I'll say it
If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid
Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken
Add up my outfit, fashion statement
This the school of hard knocks, graduation
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 8: Ace Hood]
I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper
You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him
Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
Nigga
[Bridge: Future]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Remix motherfucker!
Ace Hood!
This the remix!
[Hook 1: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me
Man y'all need a new hobby
Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say?
I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher
On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes
I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's
Dam, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque
We the best, runnin' every summer in fact
July 16th I'm bringin' the real back
Broward! Pussy
[Bridge: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick
Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get
Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip
And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch
And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce
And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
And it's paid for nigga
Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang
For that, in God we trust, we bang
I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti
I got a few young hotties wanna get shit poppin'
Right, put it in the light
Nigga got ice but it don't look right
If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight
I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
And all I want is money, leave the fame to you
I graduated out of gladiator school
So all I know is go like I'm trained to do
Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm mashin out
I let the top down in my Phantom drop
Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut
When you see me, I'm cashin' out
Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot
You keep carrying on, you getting carried out
Cause I don’t take ass whoopins, just pass ‘em out
Is this worth getting blasted about?
No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?
[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Money conversation
Get so high, I be scrapin'
Got my eyes like a Asian
In my ride, like I'm racin'
In the sky, like a plane
It's Gang or die
Ain't no lames up in my circle
Ain't no ho shit in my eyes
Throwin' money in the air
Poppin' bands and let it fly
Where I'm from, you come up short
Pull that thing and let it fly
You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm Marley
Got so much ink on my body
Brought so much drink to the party
I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 5: Birdman]
Fresh, whips
Candy on that money dip
Five hundred, I'm hood rich
Put in work, did a hundred flips
Been about them mansions
Stunna island, we packin'
Rich gang, we uptown
Nigga hardbody and mackin'
Tool on that back, nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mil' like it's a dollar
Stunt
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 6: French Montana]
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom now it's caught up, Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how 'melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I shown nigga how the metal feel
Fidel Castro with them cuban links
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga, no France
Hottest new niggas in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten M's
DJ Khaled up in there
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 7: 2 Chainz]
Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit
All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
Like this, I'mma say this
Fuck it, I'll say it
If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid
Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken
Add up my outfit, fashion statement
This the school of hard knocks, graduation
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 8: Ace Hood]
I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper
You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him
Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
Nigga
[Bridge: Future]
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