[Intro: Ace Hood]
Yeah, Ace Hood
What's up baby?
We the Best huh
So I had a few things in mind
Ha ha ha ha
And I was thinkin uhm...
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
Cause you know I wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about it
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body
Body to body
I don't mean to rush you girl but,
We should be body to body
Body to body, body to body
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Uh, picture your body soaking, bath water
No panties on, come up out them leg warmers
Wrap up your hair, leave on your heels
Kissing you while I whisper, shawty how it feels
Let ya mind wonder, oh you're thinking dirty?
I was thinking you can ride me, Miss. Kentucky Derby
Why dream about it, let's take advantage
My body on your body, hope that you can manage
Gotta moan it, damn-it, feels good
Pulling on her hair to let her know I'm still hood
Damn right, serve her the real
This year of the Ace, bet you that she know the deal
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
Cause you know I wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about it
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body
Body to body
I don't mean to rush you girl but
We should be body to body
Body to body, body to body
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Uh, so quit ya contemplating, skip this conversation
By the way you biting on your lips just gave me confirmation
Was that Chanel 5? Very sexy fragrance
Are those your real eyes
Can tell you're partially asian
But I know your body got me focused, I'm just so sedated
And I guarantee I do you better than your past-n-latest
Body to body, wet as Dasani
Bet if I hit your spot, then I'll make you tsunami
Change up the sheets, no time to sleep
Asked what she's thinking, she replied that I'm a beast
Yeah she replied that I'm a beast
Got it locked between the sheets and even in the streets
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
Cause you know I wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about it
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body
Body to body
I don't mean to rush you girl but
But we should be body to body
Body to body, body to body
[Chris Brown:]
We're making love on the floor, you're kissing my tattoos
I'm pulling your hair you scream my name
Call me daddy, baby I got you
Go get in your bed and lay down, down, down
Girl, are you ready, cause I'm gonna want you face down, down, down
Right now, you fuckin' with a real freak!
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
Cause you know I wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about it
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body
Body to body
I don't mean to rush you girl but
We should be body to body
Body to body, body to body
Memory Lane lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
RIP the homies take ah ride wit me take ah ride wit me
[Verse 1]
Man it was jus the other day ever thing was all good
Memba like yesterday when we was chillin in da hood
Dreamin’ of bigga thing as ah younga nigga should
Wanna take care of da fam we jus wishin that we could
Notha day and da dolla steady chasin the commas
Studio went fa hours I'm snappin’ like ah piranha
Only was 17 but loyality was da honor
Ridin round in that bubble he keep the eagle for drama
Man I put dat on my life dats my muthafuckin dawg
Anybody want problem dats da nigga I’d call
Jus kno he commin’ runnin wit da shit da clear da mall
Youngin’ thuggin he bustin’ if you eva playin’ frog
Me and four fifth wer brothers felt like we done it all
Then one day in the studio was when I got da call
Man it was 09 when I lost my dawg
And still ta dis day da tears continue ta fall
I love my nigga see da pain still remains
Kno you watchin from heaven how far dat ya nigga came
So I tatted ya name to show you I neva changed
Progress da aim tha bond still remains my nigga
[Chorus]
Don’t give ah damn about the law
Ima push my luck
Gotta ah few haters
So the two longs tough
Got ah small circle
All we has is trust
Me and my dawgs
And all we got is us
Pour ah lil liquior
Forget about the pain
Lotta niggas in the dirt
So the sky is where we aim
Now we got the money da power and the fame
Lotts shit done changed
Now we riding down memory lane
Its jus me and my dawgs
And we riding down memory lane
Down memory lane
We in dat all white range
Its jus me and my niggas
And we ridin down memory lane
Down memory lane
We ridin down memory lane
[Verse 2]
Chea, and I jus gotta keep it real I'm tellin’ ya how I feel
Talkin before da deal when I was back in da field
Memba we use ta chill its ree and my nigga Dale
He attendin da school ah student at fullsail
We visited in his crib ah couple days and we bail
Hit ah couple of clubs den ah couple ah girl
got damn my nigga then da muthafuckin days
lord jus tell me why you had to take my dawg
they jus wanted his car they jus wanted to ball
he jus wanted to leave frighten by what he saw
I was off in da room waitin on my nigga call
Not knowin dats the last time we would even talk
I told’em to be safe and send da deuces to my dawg
Ah couple hours lata gotta unexpected call
My homie he was cryin I knew dat it was bad
He told me dale gone ya lyin out ya ass
I called his cell phone but nobody hit me back
Day say he was shot dyin to make it out
He died on the scene dats when I hit my knees
Beggin the lord please heavenly father please
Turn dis into ah dream tel me how dis could be
Probably cause of me I'm who he wanted to see
Man ah couple years ago is when I lost my dawg
And still ta dis day da tears continue ta fall
I love my nigga see da pain still remains
Kno you watchin from heaven how far dat ya nigga came
So I tatted ya name to show you I neva changed
Put dat shit on my chain our bond is like ah stain my nigga
[Chorus]
Don’t give ah damn about the law
Ima push my luck
Gotta ah few haters
So the two longs tough
Got ah small circle
All we has is trust
Me and my dawgs
And all we got is us
Pour ah lil liquior
Forget about the pain
Lotta niggas in the dirt
So the sky is where we aim
Now we got the money da power and the fame
Lotts shit done changed
Now we riding down memory lane
Its jus me and my dawgs
And we riding down memory lane
Down memory lane
We in dat all white range
Its jus me and my niggas
And we ridin down memory lane
Down memory lane
now we slidin down memory lane
Gone but never forgotten RIP to all the ones we lost
[Verse 1]
Man it was jus the other day ever thing was all good
Memba like yesterday when we was chillin in da hood
Dreamin’ of bigga thing as ah younga nigga should
Wanna take care of da fam we jus wishin that we could
Notha day and da dolla steady chasin the commas
Studio went fa hours I'm snappin’ like ah piranha
Only was 17 but loyality was da honor
Ridin round in that bubble he keep the eagle for drama
Man I put dat on my life dats my muthafuckin dawg
Anybody want problem dats da nigga I’d call
Jus kno he commin’ runnin wit da shit da clear da mall
Youngin’ thuggin he bustin’ if you eva playin’ frog
Me and four fifth wer brothers felt like we done it all
Then one day in the studio was when I got da call
Man it was 09 when I lost my dawg
And still ta dis day da tears continue ta fall
I love my nigga see da pain still remains
Kno you watchin from heaven how far dat ya nigga came
So I tatted ya name to show you I neva changed
Progress da aim tha bond still remains my nigga
[Chorus]
Don’t give ah damn about the law
Ima push my luck
Gotta ah few haters
So the two longs tough
Got ah small circle
All we has is trust
Me and my dawgs
And all we got is us
Pour ah lil liquior
Forget about the pain
Lotta niggas in the dirt
So the sky is where we aim
Now we got the money da power and the fame
Lotts shit done changed
Now we riding down memory lane
Its jus me and my dawgs
And we riding down memory lane
Down memory lane
We in dat all white range
Its jus me and my niggas
And we ridin down memory lane
Down memory lane
We ridin down memory lane
[Verse 2]
Chea, and I jus gotta keep it real I'm tellin’ ya how I feel
Talkin before da deal when I was back in da field
Memba we use ta chill its ree and my nigga Dale
He attendin da school ah student at fullsail
We visited in his crib ah couple days and we bail
Hit ah couple of clubs den ah couple ah girl
got damn my nigga then da muthafuckin days
lord jus tell me why you had to take my dawg
they jus wanted his car they jus wanted to ball
he jus wanted to leave frighten by what he saw
I was off in da room waitin on my nigga call
Not knowin dats the last time we would even talk
I told’em to be safe and send da deuces to my dawg
Ah couple hours lata gotta unexpected call
My homie he was cryin I knew dat it was bad
He told me dale gone ya lyin out ya ass
I called his cell phone but nobody hit me back
Day say he was shot dyin to make it out
He died on the scene dats when I hit my knees
Beggin the lord please heavenly father please
Turn dis into ah dream tel me how dis could be
Probably cause of me I'm who he wanted to see
Man ah couple years ago is when I lost my dawg
And still ta dis day da tears continue ta fall
I love my nigga see da pain still remains
Kno you watchin from heaven how far dat ya nigga came
So I tatted ya name to show you I neva changed
Put dat shit on my chain our bond is like ah stain my nigga
[Chorus]
Don’t give ah damn about the law
Ima push my luck
Gotta ah few haters
So the two longs tough
Got ah small circle
All we has is trust
Me and my dawgs
And all we got is us
Pour ah lil liquior
Forget about the pain
Lotta niggas in the dirt
So the sky is where we aim
Now we got the money da power and the fame
Lotts shit done changed
Now we riding down memory lane
Its jus me and my dawgs
And we riding down memory lane
Down memory lane
We in dat all white range
Its jus me and my niggas
And we ridin down memory lane
Down memory lane
now we slidin down memory lane
Gone but never forgotten RIP to all the ones we lost
Letter To My Ex's lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
Uh, They may not like me for this one
Fuck it, I got my pen and pad anyway
Mister Hood
Dear Mrs. Independent Hoes
Lookin' for ya like my lifetime depended on
You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal
To meet in a nigga and his money long
Hey this a letter to my ex hoes
Before I start kiss my ass, X O's
Ahem, okay let's talk about a gold digger
Met her at a video shoot, go figure
Uh, well she was bad than a mothaflicker
Seen her lookin' got her number seen what's up wit her
Yeah, to make a long story short dawg
Couple days I'm sleepin, beatin the inner walls
Fell in love with it now we up in every mall
Bought her first Louis bag, she was so appalled
Not a scout but she love to watch a nigga ball
Bought her everything she had if I could recall
So couple months I got her moving in
That show money got me out of town
It got her trippin' when I'm not around
She was movin, trying to play a nigga out of bounds
Seen pictures of her and niggas I hate to found
Sad part was the bitch was trickin' off out of town
Uh, and I was too blind to see it sooner
Knew this bitch was kinda fishy like some old tuna
Took her clothes and threw em in to an old sewer
Damn, you shoulda' really seen her face then
Uh, she officially on my shit list
Uh, She pulled up on some shock shit
Uh, I'm talkin bags in the front trick
And that words to my common sense
See you ain't nothin' but a has been
I'm talking ashes to ashes
[Hook]
Uh, hey here's a letter to my ex's
You ain't nothin' but a has been
Uh, was only heavy when the cash in, yeah
You tried to play me like a band bitch
But I ain't trippin' cause you're pussy kinda average
Uh, her ego bigger than her ass is
Man, I'm so glad you the past tense
I used to love you with a passion
Sincerely yours, bitches
Uh, Dear Mrs. Independent hoes
Still searching like my lifetime depended on
You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal
To meet a nigga and his money long
If you ain't got it then you can carry on
I'm talking like a Louis bag homes
No matter swagger, you're new cologne
I swear my last was a bee like a honeycomb
Uh, I thought we really woulda' last long
Shit, we were the worst to put your money on
Damn, in the beginning it was fairy tales
I'm talking make believe love coated in make believe
Uh, but that's until I started buying things
It was cool, now she started wantin wedding rings
Such a drama queen demanded all kinda things
Corrupted buy the light, she could only see the green
Wanted kids so I can be there by any means
Let her tell it we were something like a perfect team
Damn, had to cut it, she was out of order
Tryin to put me on blast like a bill boarder
Yeah, I called her momma tried to transport her
"Did you throw out her out dawg"
Yeah kinda sorta, she was mad so she filing a restraining order
Just to come and get her bags in the trash house
Swear the cops made me leave nearly passed out
Hey but I end up moving back in
Oh my momma, now she preggo with a set of twins
Pause, "That's a whole lot to settle in"
Uh, I guess the story really never ends
Well here's a letter to my ex then
I swear she used to be my best friend
Now she's a memory from back then
I know she prolly misses that fifth
Big sprees, and them motherfuckin plane trips
And she the last on my ex list
Nearly had a nigga stressed
Damn
[Interlude]
Somebody tell me what's love
What's your definition of love?
Is love buying one another different gifts
"Depending on the price tag."
Is that love?
I mean a nigga just looking for somebody genuine
To really ride for him
I'm feelin' like "fuck love,"
They don't give a damn about me anyway
Maybe relationships ain't for me
I guess that's why I'm writing this
Uh, hey here's a letter to my ex's
You ain't nothin' but a has been
Uh, was only heavy when the cash in, yeah
You tried to play me like a band bitch
But I ain't trippin' cause you're pussy kinda average
Uh, her ego bigger than her ass is
Man, I'm so glad you the past tense
I used to love you with a passion
Sincerely yours, bitches
Uh, They may not like me for this one
Fuck it, I got my pen and pad anyway
Mister Hood
Dear Mrs. Independent Hoes
Lookin' for ya like my lifetime depended on
You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal
To meet in a nigga and his money long
Hey this a letter to my ex hoes
Before I start kiss my ass, X O's
Ahem, okay let's talk about a gold digger
Met her at a video shoot, go figure
Uh, well she was bad than a mothaflicker
Seen her lookin' got her number seen what's up wit her
Yeah, to make a long story short dawg
Couple days I'm sleepin, beatin the inner walls
Fell in love with it now we up in every mall
Bought her first Louis bag, she was so appalled
Not a scout but she love to watch a nigga ball
Bought her everything she had if I could recall
So couple months I got her moving in
That show money got me out of town
It got her trippin' when I'm not around
She was movin, trying to play a nigga out of bounds
Seen pictures of her and niggas I hate to found
Sad part was the bitch was trickin' off out of town
Uh, and I was too blind to see it sooner
Knew this bitch was kinda fishy like some old tuna
Took her clothes and threw em in to an old sewer
Damn, you shoulda' really seen her face then
Uh, she officially on my shit list
Uh, She pulled up on some shock shit
Uh, I'm talkin bags in the front trick
And that words to my common sense
See you ain't nothin' but a has been
I'm talking ashes to ashes
[Hook]
Uh, hey here's a letter to my ex's
You ain't nothin' but a has been
Uh, was only heavy when the cash in, yeah
You tried to play me like a band bitch
But I ain't trippin' cause you're pussy kinda average
Uh, her ego bigger than her ass is
Man, I'm so glad you the past tense
I used to love you with a passion
Sincerely yours, bitches
Uh, Dear Mrs. Independent hoes
Still searching like my lifetime depended on
You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal
To meet a nigga and his money long
If you ain't got it then you can carry on
I'm talking like a Louis bag homes
No matter swagger, you're new cologne
I swear my last was a bee like a honeycomb
Uh, I thought we really woulda' last long
Shit, we were the worst to put your money on
Damn, in the beginning it was fairy tales
I'm talking make believe love coated in make believe
Uh, but that's until I started buying things
It was cool, now she started wantin wedding rings
Such a drama queen demanded all kinda things
Corrupted buy the light, she could only see the green
Wanted kids so I can be there by any means
Let her tell it we were something like a perfect team
Damn, had to cut it, she was out of order
Tryin to put me on blast like a bill boarder
Yeah, I called her momma tried to transport her
"Did you throw out her out dawg"
Yeah kinda sorta, she was mad so she filing a restraining order
Just to come and get her bags in the trash house
Swear the cops made me leave nearly passed out
Hey but I end up moving back in
Oh my momma, now she preggo with a set of twins
Pause, "That's a whole lot to settle in"
Uh, I guess the story really never ends
Well here's a letter to my ex then
I swear she used to be my best friend
Now she's a memory from back then
I know she prolly misses that fifth
Big sprees, and them motherfuckin plane trips
And she the last on my ex list
Nearly had a nigga stressed
Damn
[Interlude]
Somebody tell me what's love
What's your definition of love?
Is love buying one another different gifts
"Depending on the price tag."
Is that love?
I mean a nigga just looking for somebody genuine
To really ride for him
I'm feelin' like "fuck love,"
They don't give a damn about me anyway
Maybe relationships ain't for me
I guess that's why I'm writing this
Uh, hey here's a letter to my ex's
You ain't nothin' but a has been
Uh, was only heavy when the cash in, yeah
You tried to play me like a band bitch
But I ain't trippin' cause you're pussy kinda average
Uh, her ego bigger than her ass is
Man, I'm so glad you the past tense
I used to love you with a passion
Sincerely yours, bitches
Beautiful lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
[Intro: Ace Hood]
Hello gorgeous... I'm Mr. Hood... K.C. Wasup?
[Kevin Cossom:]
Good girl, gone fucking bad
I bet she fuck me good she asking where the party at
She beautiful so she get away with it
And all of this in hopes of her making it
[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Oh, Oh, Oh
Beautiful girl (ahahah) no matter who you are
Whether a superstar, whether you're regular
You know I love ya, so this one's for you girl
This one's for you girl [x4]
[Ace Hood:]
I think I met her bout a year ago
College girl she was a Florida state seminal
Had a job at the mall working 10 to 4
Hella fine I ain't lyin' ya'll don't hear me though
So I'm walking right up to her hey my name Ace
She replied with a smile and said her name Shay
Ha-ha, very conservative I love that
Fitted jeans rocking jays and a snapback
Yeah, but I can see that you a killa girl
See you hot in that physique you betta get it girl
Uh and you the shit but she don't know it yet
Turning red got her blushin' where ya momma at
Uh, cause all I wanna do is thank her
I'm using beautiful and gorgeous in the same verse
Uh huh, I swear I'm tripping you just got me open
And hope that we can get acquainted, what I'm highly hopin'
[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Oh, Oh, Oh
Beautiful girl (ahahah) no matter who you are
Whether a superstar, whether you're regular
You know I love ya, so this one's for you girl
This one's for you girl [x4]
[Ace Hood:]
Uh, and I just hope this got you motivated
That's cause ya body got me cultivated
Seeing your fine ass alone I just can't tolerate it
And all your friends say I'm a dog every conversation
Mad cause you smilin' more on a daily basis
Tell me why they hating everything's accommodated
I'm just searching for your love but I'll be very patient
True story had a thing before we started dating
Said she never heard beautiful so many times
Silly guys approaching with all the wrong lines
That's the reason for her being single a long time
And all the roses I sent you pleasure was all mine
Yeah, women are beautiful in many ways
Confidence the stain never let it wipe away
What's a man without a woman I'm just here to say
He-he, I'm just here to say
[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Oh, Oh, Oh
Beautiful girl (ahahah) no matter who you are
Whether a superstar, whether you're regular
You know I love ya, so this one's for you girl
This one's for you girl [x4]
Hello gorgeous... I'm Mr. Hood... K.C. Wasup?
[Kevin Cossom:]
Good girl, gone fucking bad
I bet she fuck me good she asking where the party at
She beautiful so she get away with it
And all of this in hopes of her making it
[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Oh, Oh, Oh
Beautiful girl (ahahah) no matter who you are
Whether a superstar, whether you're regular
You know I love ya, so this one's for you girl
This one's for you girl [x4]
[Ace Hood:]
I think I met her bout a year ago
College girl she was a Florida state seminal
Had a job at the mall working 10 to 4
Hella fine I ain't lyin' ya'll don't hear me though
So I'm walking right up to her hey my name Ace
She replied with a smile and said her name Shay
Ha-ha, very conservative I love that
Fitted jeans rocking jays and a snapback
Yeah, but I can see that you a killa girl
See you hot in that physique you betta get it girl
Uh and you the shit but she don't know it yet
Turning red got her blushin' where ya momma at
Uh, cause all I wanna do is thank her
I'm using beautiful and gorgeous in the same verse
Uh huh, I swear I'm tripping you just got me open
And hope that we can get acquainted, what I'm highly hopin'
[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Oh, Oh, Oh
Beautiful girl (ahahah) no matter who you are
Whether a superstar, whether you're regular
You know I love ya, so this one's for you girl
This one's for you girl [x4]
[Ace Hood:]
Uh, and I just hope this got you motivated
That's cause ya body got me cultivated
Seeing your fine ass alone I just can't tolerate it
And all your friends say I'm a dog every conversation
Mad cause you smilin' more on a daily basis
Tell me why they hating everything's accommodated
I'm just searching for your love but I'll be very patient
True story had a thing before we started dating
Said she never heard beautiful so many times
Silly guys approaching with all the wrong lines
That's the reason for her being single a long time
And all the roses I sent you pleasure was all mine
Yeah, women are beautiful in many ways
Confidence the stain never let it wipe away
What's a man without a woman I'm just here to say
He-he, I'm just here to say
[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Oh, Oh, Oh
Beautiful girl (ahahah) no matter who you are
Whether a superstar, whether you're regular
You know I love ya, so this one's for you girl
This one's for you girl [x4]
Lord Knows lyrics - Ace Hood
Dear lord
I understand all the problems that I'm about to express to you
Are things you already know
Well here goes nothing.
Dear lord I am on my knees
And I'm begging please
Just guide me father, this a time I am really in need
Feeling like I just can't go on, mama crying and she lost her home
Tears runnin all down her face, judge gave her ten days to be gone.
My God what I'm gone do now, so stressed that the day go by.
Devil on me and I don't know why, beg mama just please don't cry.
Times get a lil rough I know, when it come to giving up I don't.
Got twins and they on they way, see them stars wanna bet I won't.
Sometimes I ask myself would I be a good father,
Cause I never had mine but I'd give the world to my daughters.
Live and you learn, reap what you sew
Regardless of wealth, grind like your poor.
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I don't put her thru.
And I'm sick and tired of this pain, hate the lames in this game.
Only down because of my name, watchs wish because of my fame.
Lords know that world that I came, lord knows the nights that I cried,
Can't help the pain that's inside, lord wipe the tears from my eyes.
Ever seen the letter of eviction, no place to go but you wishin.
That a blessing come and you lifted, yeah dawg that's all in my vision.
I done been thru hell in them trenches, I done seen the best of them fold,
Lost a couple of my dawgs,
Miss them niggas like shit.
But they still reside
In my heart,
Soul ached and I'm scarred,
I'm a do it for Dale and four fifth, God damn it's hard.
Mothafuck this rappin, I really live this shit.
Blood sweat and tears, I really give a shit.
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I done put her thru.
Chyeah and everyday I'm awake I grind, no time never wait for mine.
Still waitin on the day I shine, my soul every bar every line.
I remember when I had no food, lights off bills overdue.
Lord knows that I've paid my dues, don't forget when I got that news.
They say my mama sickly, thank God she seen her fifties.
I pray and ask forgiveness, please lord just keep her with me.
I was down and out, remember that like yesterday.
Made it out that struggle bracket, this here I'm blessed to say.
Man this worlds so fucked up, gas prices are way to high.
Times hard and I ain't gone lie, bust asses to try and get by.
So who the hell is y'all to be jugdin, made a way from literally nothing.
Yeah I'm talking literally nothing!
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I done put her thru.
Man only lord knows
I thank you Jesus for guiding me, for keepin me
In your name I pray, amen.
Man only lords knows.
I understand all the problems that I'm about to express to you
Are things you already know
Well here goes nothing.
Dear lord I am on my knees
And I'm begging please
Just guide me father, this a time I am really in need
Feeling like I just can't go on, mama crying and she lost her home
Tears runnin all down her face, judge gave her ten days to be gone.
My God what I'm gone do now, so stressed that the day go by.
Devil on me and I don't know why, beg mama just please don't cry.
Times get a lil rough I know, when it come to giving up I don't.
Got twins and they on they way, see them stars wanna bet I won't.
Sometimes I ask myself would I be a good father,
Cause I never had mine but I'd give the world to my daughters.
Live and you learn, reap what you sew
Regardless of wealth, grind like your poor.
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I don't put her thru.
And I'm sick and tired of this pain, hate the lames in this game.
Only down because of my name, watchs wish because of my fame.
Lords know that world that I came, lord knows the nights that I cried,
Can't help the pain that's inside, lord wipe the tears from my eyes.
Ever seen the letter of eviction, no place to go but you wishin.
That a blessing come and you lifted, yeah dawg that's all in my vision.
I done been thru hell in them trenches, I done seen the best of them fold,
Lost a couple of my dawgs,
Miss them niggas like shit.
But they still reside
In my heart,
Soul ached and I'm scarred,
I'm a do it for Dale and four fifth, God damn it's hard.
Mothafuck this rappin, I really live this shit.
Blood sweat and tears, I really give a shit.
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I done put her thru.
Chyeah and everyday I'm awake I grind, no time never wait for mine.
Still waitin on the day I shine, my soul every bar every line.
I remember when I had no food, lights off bills overdue.
Lord knows that I've paid my dues, don't forget when I got that news.
They say my mama sickly, thank God she seen her fifties.
I pray and ask forgiveness, please lord just keep her with me.
I was down and out, remember that like yesterday.
Made it out that struggle bracket, this here I'm blessed to say.
Man this worlds so fucked up, gas prices are way to high.
Times hard and I ain't gone lie, bust asses to try and get by.
So who the hell is y'all to be jugdin, made a way from literally nothing.
Yeah I'm talking literally nothing!
[Chorus:]
Only lord knows what the hell I done really been thru,
All the nights I ain't have no food,
Dear God tell me what I'm a do.
Man only lord knows,
All them times I was all on my grind,
Need help But I never could find.
Reach out but I couldn't get a dime.
Man only lord knows, lord knows, lord knows
Man only lord knows, what the hell I done really been thru,
All them nights my mama couldn't move,
And all the pain I done put her thru.
Man only lord knows
I thank you Jesus for guiding me, for keepin me
In your name I pray, amen.
Man only lords knows.
Bitter World lyrics - Ace Hood
Struggling my past, pain in my expressions
Running on my last, avoid the deep depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so afraid to fall in
And all these fucking problems turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this can't be life
17 and pregnant that just can't be right
In love with a man who fucking your friend depends on what you like
This bitter earth
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the lord to give me the strength so they believe was right
Andsmooth nigger who trying to get a home tonight
Infesting the gun the type
It's a cold world, keep your sweater close
Made it be but see family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how dare you doubt your blood
Don't know my real father, how come you drop my love
Alone, there's no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you leave your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without your ass
They ask about my pain, some things I wish that I had
Just thank the man above, my mom considers my dad
She working spending her last, whatever we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no longer your job demands
No thoughts of counter I've failed and let's
I've been through hell and back, but still I'm here to stand
Mama need a house, so fuck it I'll buy some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater comes with patience
Got my bizness right, and trust my mama good
What more heart is just to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, bitter world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my baby girls
When I see my baby girls, damn
Sweat and tears, this my testimony
Just know the world is yours, ain't that right, tony?
Gas prices high, niggers die young
Bad role models, that's what that came from
That's what that came from
This bitter world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth, well
Dear world, dear world, I need you undivided
And know some choices that we made were highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time just disregard it
This bitter world, well
Ah, some live in the blind afraid of the light,
But pain just can't be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams'sleeping hardly
Lost a lot of homies endured a lot of pain
Pray for better nights, slowly they became
I hear my phone ring, fuck who calling me
I just hope that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck this bitter world, with no apologies
Babies having babies, what could your father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of being broke
Mama worked too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly show me hope
Without it I'm alone, clearly you should know.
Running on my last, avoid the deep depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so afraid to fall in
And all these fucking problems turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this can't be life
17 and pregnant that just can't be right
In love with a man who fucking your friend depends on what you like
This bitter earth
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the lord to give me the strength so they believe was right
Andsmooth nigger who trying to get a home tonight
Infesting the gun the type
It's a cold world, keep your sweater close
Made it be but see family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how dare you doubt your blood
Don't know my real father, how come you drop my love
Alone, there's no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you leave your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without your ass
They ask about my pain, some things I wish that I had
Just thank the man above, my mom considers my dad
She working spending her last, whatever we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no longer your job demands
No thoughts of counter I've failed and let's
I've been through hell and back, but still I'm here to stand
Mama need a house, so fuck it I'll buy some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater comes with patience
Got my bizness right, and trust my mama good
What more heart is just to say I made it out the hood
You fucking right, bitter world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my baby girls
When I see my baby girls, damn
Sweat and tears, this my testimony
Just know the world is yours, ain't that right, tony?
Gas prices high, niggers die young
Bad role models, that's what that came from
That's what that came from
This bitter world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth, well
Dear world, dear world, I need you undivided
And know some choices that we made were highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time just disregard it
This bitter world, well
Ah, some live in the blind afraid of the light,
But pain just can't be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams'sleeping hardly
Lost a lot of homies endured a lot of pain
Pray for better nights, slowly they became
I hear my phone ring, fuck who calling me
I just hope that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck this bitter world, with no apologies
Babies having babies, what could your father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of being broke
Mama worked too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly show me hope
Without it I'm alone, clearly you should know.
Spoke To My Momma lyrics - Ace Hood
Mama can finally smile
Pray for a better life
Just to see me through them tougher nights
Spoke to my mama just the other day
I told her only God can make a way
I'm hearin' tears, they runnin down her face
say she fed up with the struggle each and every day
my step pops he be in the way, too many bills my mama gotta pay
but know I got us, no doubt about it on granny grave
they tell 'em bout us, my click ain't coward, you sour made.
and now they sweat me like under armors & gatorade
I pray that one day you see me speak at the VMA’s
and me and Khaled we back to back in the latest things
Throw up the W, we the best is the fucking gang.
Hard work pays off, go and get it, no days off
I know they all remember me you recognize the name
I was that nigga being humble, counted out the game
Now I'm that nigga still humble, carrying the flame
And everybody say I wouldn’t take a walk a shame
Thought about you haters when I got my pinky ring
Live in reality and used to be a great dream
Hustle hard every day getting money five ways
Same ole shit just a different day, out here tryin' to get it,
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
Mama can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Young nigga two seater, tatted up, cruising in a wife beater.
Bad bitch top down 24's see ya skatin' on the whip now
I'm just living life hope you do the same
Keep a bunch of real niggas so I never change
look at me now, look at me then, went from the Taurus, I'm thinkin Benz.
I'm makin' ends,
Now I'm thinkin big.
I got with Khaled, all a nigga do is win.
see we the best nothing less
It's war time hope you niggas brought a vest
got plenty women, give them that penicillin
fuck em on that Gucci ..she cumin in minutes
No love intended, I'm just tryin to wet the willy
They free my nigga Joc, he supposed to did a life sentence
I'm from the bottom came from the mud
Was given nothing no love now I'm beast mode, no hugs, back again show nuff
I’m the definition of blowin up
Look in my niggas eyes better know what's on us
you’d better know what’s on us
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
Mamma can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Pray for a better life
Just to see me through them tougher nights
Spoke to my mama just the other day
I told her only God can make a way
I'm hearin' tears, they runnin down her face
say she fed up with the struggle each and every day
my step pops he be in the way, too many bills my mama gotta pay
but know I got us, no doubt about it on granny grave
they tell 'em bout us, my click ain't coward, you sour made.
and now they sweat me like under armors & gatorade
I pray that one day you see me speak at the VMA’s
and me and Khaled we back to back in the latest things
Throw up the W, we the best is the fucking gang.
Hard work pays off, go and get it, no days off
I know they all remember me you recognize the name
I was that nigga being humble, counted out the game
Now I'm that nigga still humble, carrying the flame
And everybody say I wouldn’t take a walk a shame
Thought about you haters when I got my pinky ring
Live in reality and used to be a great dream
Hustle hard every day getting money five ways
Same ole shit just a different day, out here tryin' to get it,
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
I'm out here gettin' paid
Mama can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Young nigga two seater, tatted up, cruising in a wife beater.
Bad bitch top down 24's see ya skatin' on the whip now
I'm just living life hope you do the same
Keep a bunch of real niggas so I never change
look at me now, look at me then, went from the Taurus, I'm thinkin Benz.
I'm makin' ends,
Now I'm thinkin big.
I got with Khaled, all a nigga do is win.
see we the best nothing less
It's war time hope you niggas brought a vest
got plenty women, give them that penicillin
fuck em on that Gucci ..she cumin in minutes
No love intended, I'm just tryin to wet the willy
They free my nigga Joc, he supposed to did a life sentence
I'm from the bottom came from the mud
Was given nothing no love now I'm beast mode, no hugs, back again show nuff
I’m the definition of blowin up
Look in my niggas eyes better know what's on us
you’d better know what’s on us
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
‘cause I got it sewn up
Mamma can finally smile
Take a look at me now
Hustle Hard (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)
[Ace Hood:]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Ace Hood:]
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass off
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the ben Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
"We The best" be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it's the
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Rick Ross:]
24's on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches can't get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my beaker
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 bugiady, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre
[Lil Wayne:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
[Ace Hood:]
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, now, black card in my buggy
Riding round in that daddy
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley
Cause it's the same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon
[Ace Hood:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
[Chorus:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Ace Hood:]
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass off
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the ben Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and it's knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
"We The best" be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause it's the
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Rick Ross:]
24's on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches can't get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my beaker
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
Pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 bugiady, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre
[Lil Wayne:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
[Ace Hood:]
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, now, black card in my buggy
Riding round in that daddy
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga live on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You pussy niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and Marley
Cause it's the same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon
[Ace Hood:]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'm a do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Walk It Like I Talk It lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
Okay I stepped off in this mothafucka
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I Think I'm the shit, you should think the same
I'm swagging with them all bet them bitches know my name
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I said it? Them other niggas stompin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Not long before I cop it, now it's off the market
[Verse 1:]
Ok now, more money more problems, just bring me my dollars
See I'm 'bout my fetti, paper chasing scholar
Got them diamonds on my wrist, more off from my collar
Swag is on the good, talking chubaka I pull up in that coolata
Hoppin out with the models
Hand them with the marbles, they might have some type of choppers
I just tell you how to play, watch what you be sayin
Walk it like I talk it bitch I'm focus on the bandz
I pull up to any club, you already know
There go mister hood, just don't check him at the door
Got that bumper label on, oh I think I'm fly
Bitch you know I is, that's exactly my reply
[Hook:]
K.R. stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; no longer on the market
[Verse 2:]
Ok, I'm too raw for you bitches
Living what you wishing
Keeko gonna keep that pistol, swear one day it meet your stitches
You should see me when I'm loking, sipping on my lil
Potion
Have them bitches bugging, yeah I'm talking roaches
Cause I walk it like I talk it, copy it if I like it
Gonna bet I get her wet
Check that pussy like some nices
Bet I'm getting head
Swaggin off in the jag
With the top peeling back
Just to make them mad, just another paper tag
I'm so down for the talking, that's just if you mention cash
What you say? What you say?
Ok, we ain't talking about paper
You kindly kiss my ass
[Hook:]
I stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; it's no longer on the market
Okay I stepped off in this mothafucka
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I Think I'm the shit, you should think the same
I'm swagging with them all bet them bitches know my name
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I said it? Them other niggas stompin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Not long before I cop it, now it's off the market
[Verse 1:]
Ok now, more money more problems, just bring me my dollars
See I'm 'bout my fetti, paper chasing scholar
Got them diamonds on my wrist, more off from my collar
Swag is on the good, talking chubaka I pull up in that coolata
Hoppin out with the models
Hand them with the marbles, they might have some type of choppers
I just tell you how to play, watch what you be sayin
Walk it like I talk it bitch I'm focus on the bandz
I pull up to any club, you already know
There go mister hood, just don't check him at the door
Got that bumper label on, oh I think I'm fly
Bitch you know I is, that's exactly my reply
[Hook:]
K.R. stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; no longer on the market
[Verse 2:]
Ok, I'm too raw for you bitches
Living what you wishing
Keeko gonna keep that pistol, swear one day it meet your stitches
You should see me when I'm loking, sipping on my lil
Potion
Have them bitches bugging, yeah I'm talking roaches
Cause I walk it like I talk it, copy it if I like it
Gonna bet I get her wet
Check that pussy like some nices
Bet I'm getting head
Swaggin off in the jag
With the top peeling back
Just to make them mad, just another paper tag
I'm so down for the talking, that's just if you mention cash
What you say? What you say?
Ok, we ain't talking about paper
You kindly kiss my ass
[Hook:]
I stepped off in this motherfucker
Bankroll on me! (On me!)
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me (Woo!)
See I think I'm the shit (The shit!), and you should think the same
I'm swaggin' with them all, bet those bitches know my name!
Cause I walk it like I talk
Depends how I say it, them other niggas startin'!
I'm out here gettin' fed
Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Wanna bet I cop it; it's no longer on the market
I Know lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 1:]
Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?
Hit the city with a bad lil' freak ho
Hop up outta the beamer that's on low pros
Two Fours, suicide on the back do'
Ridin 'round, eagle on my lap yo
Pop off, shots to ya elbow
More shells, comin through your window
All black, semis slide in the renzo
Get money, about cash, I'm a nympho
10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo
Drop top, that's only when the wind blow
See a nigga low pro, double M logo
Hold up, and I'm with a bad bitch
She thick, nothin like ya average
My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy
The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me
But I ain't trippin, cause the swag on pluto
Fly nigga he wouldn't know what to do though
Call me, Papi Chulo
Polo when I'm ridin in the culo
God damn, I'm way too gutta
Keep a toast, and I'm bout my butta
Shoot a nigga, that's on my motha
Don't believe, just ask my brotha
[Hook: x2]
Bitch I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 2:]
Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo
Know my t-shirt and boxers polo
Love me a little coco loso
Bitch ain't fuckin, that's a mother fuckin no no
Hate when they say they ain't no groupie
Trick you choose, and they already know so
Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do
Gettin some head, suck it so slow
Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo
Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo
Got a job and she wanna get paid mo
Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so
Six figure nigga 20 with the rate go
Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo
Blat blat, couple shots to ya Kangol
Yessir when it's about that dinero
Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo
Double G sandals, tank top camo
Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin
Just imagine the penthouse pattern
Pockets stay full of that cabbage
Neck and wrist stay full of them karats
Some shit you can't inherit
Me and money eloped, we married
[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 1:]
Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?
Hit the city with a bad lil' freak ho
Hop up outta the beamer that's on low pros
Two Fours, suicide on the back do'
Ridin 'round, eagle on my lap yo
Pop off, shots to ya elbow
More shells, comin through your window
All black, semis slide in the renzo
Get money, about cash, I'm a nympho
10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo
Drop top, that's only when the wind blow
See a nigga low pro, double M logo
Hold up, and I'm with a bad bitch
She thick, nothin like ya average
My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy
The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me
But I ain't trippin, cause the swag on pluto
Fly nigga he wouldn't know what to do though
Call me, Papi Chulo
Polo when I'm ridin in the culo
God damn, I'm way too gutta
Keep a toast, and I'm bout my butta
Shoot a nigga, that's on my motha
Don't believe, just ask my brotha
[Hook: x2]
Bitch I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
[Verse 2:]
Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo
Know my t-shirt and boxers polo
Love me a little coco loso
Bitch ain't fuckin, that's a mother fuckin no no
Hate when they say they ain't no groupie
Trick you choose, and they already know so
Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do
Gettin some head, suck it so slow
Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo
Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo
Got a job and she wanna get paid mo
Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so
Six figure nigga 20 with the rate go
Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo
Blat blat, couple shots to ya Kangol
Yessir when it's about that dinero
Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo
Double G sandals, tank top camo
Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin
Just imagine the penthouse pattern
Pockets stay full of that cabbage
Neck and wrist stay full of them karats
Some shit you can't inherit
Me and money eloped, we married
[Hook: x2]
Ok I may know me some killas
Bitch I may know me some goons
I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool
Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool
Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude
Tear Da Roof Off lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
Pour up some liquor chasin’ with the juice,
I came to party; what you came to do?
I got them Rose bottles by the bucket,
Grab ya dawg and tell him ‘Fuck it, go all out or nothin’”.
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Shout out to DJ in this muhfucka,
Bottles in the air, you ballin’ like a muhfuckaaaaaaa,
[Verse 1]
I’m fresh to death and they know this, hoppin’ out of that Beamer,
Fresh up out of that Neiman, Marcus rockin’ the meanest,
Fly shit with my fly bitch, ass phatter than Trina,
Pullin’ up to the club I swear my swagga on a seizure,
Make yo bitch Beat Bop the sneaker, she know where to meet us,
Bitch I’m not a star, don’t carry no V’Gers,
Got them faces in my Levi’s, flyer than your G5’s,
Big money what I rely, you are just a peon,
And I bounce around, I’m in focus,
Rose is all that we pourin’, smoking all of that doja, standin’ on all them sofas,
Tear dat roof up off this muhfucka, man fuck it,
Club buckin’ in this muhfucka, you say you like it, huh?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everybody on liquor, homies rollin’ them swishers,
Everybody takin’ pictures, seen her friends but I like her sister,
Got that ass round and I need it, don’t make me repeat it,
Swaggin’ out of this world, confident, conceited,
Drinkin’ Rose after bottles, riiiiiiiight, and I’m with them models,
Like I’m ‘thicker than a Snicker’ type, that’s what I like,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka, hey mister DJ, bring it back off in this muhfuckaaaaaaaaa,
Yeah, so fuck who got a problem wit it,
Got me into my zone, I can handle my own, they not in my division,
Gotta pocket full of green, and a Ray Benz black with diamonds yellow, homie,
See ya money too small, sorry, you cannot join this ceremony.
[Hook]
Pour up some liquor chasin’ with the juice,
I came to party; what you came to do?
I got them Rose bottles by the bucket,
Grab ya dawg and tell him ‘Fuck it, go all out or nothin’”.
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Shout out to DJ in this muhfucka,
Bottles in the air, you ballin’ like a muhfuckaaaaaaa,
[Verse 1]
I’m fresh to death and they know this, hoppin’ out of that Beamer,
Fresh up out of that Neiman, Marcus rockin’ the meanest,
Fly shit with my fly bitch, ass phatter than Trina,
Pullin’ up to the club I swear my swagga on a seizure,
Make yo bitch Beat Bop the sneaker, she know where to meet us,
Bitch I’m not a star, don’t carry no V’Gers,
Got them faces in my Levi’s, flyer than your G5’s,
Big money what I rely, you are just a peon,
And I bounce around, I’m in focus,
Rose is all that we pourin’, smoking all of that doja, standin’ on all them sofas,
Tear dat roof up off this muhfucka, man fuck it,
Club buckin’ in this muhfucka, you say you like it, huh?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everybody on liquor, homies rollin’ them swishers,
Everybody takin’ pictures, seen her friends but I like her sister,
Got that ass round and I need it, don’t make me repeat it,
Swaggin’ out of this world, confident, conceited,
Drinkin’ Rose after bottles, riiiiiiiight, and I’m with them models,
Like I’m ‘thicker than a Snicker’ type, that’s what I like,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka, hey mister DJ, bring it back off in this muhfuckaaaaaaaaa,
Yeah, so fuck who got a problem wit it,
Got me into my zone, I can handle my own, they not in my division,
Gotta pocket full of green, and a Ray Benz black with diamonds yellow, homie,
See ya money too small, sorry, you cannot join this ceremony.
[Hook]
Go N' Get It (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Beanie Sigel, Busta Rhymes, Pusha T & Styles P)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Need it, by any means...
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
Take the canned foods, I'm tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and fuck a hater
What my brother said
Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
Every day that I wake, I grind
Gotta make that monthly quota
Way too legit to quit though
Can't stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress that I've been through
Way too much fuckin problems
Way too much fuckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in...
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Need it by any means
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
You for self nigga, organized crime wave
I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing I'll as this
These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the goldfish
You's a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
Gotta get it, while the getting's good
That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I'm fishing for grub
I'm in the water with the Great White, I'm whippin up
Don't make me hop out with that thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
Of how I feed my family and
Try to dig up in my pockets it'll be a catastrophic little situation
And I'll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus Christ
Cause I'm about to go and commit my worst sin
Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
And I'm ready to kill and massacre anything
Moving past me the rachett, I'm shootin' muthafucka
Best believe I'm going in
See I go and I get it and then I STOP
Don't speed rap this, let me walk it to em
This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
Fuck you think I'm gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
I ain't eat your food yet - you better be grateful!
Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus any king
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it's beautiful
Ain't freeze the watches, it's 2 below
Ears are different, 2 below?
Got the rock on, super ho
Super fly, super paid
Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
Yeah, where's my cape? You ain't gotta ask me where's the flake
In the pot, cooking base
MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
Black muthafucka with expensive taste
Hustle hard, just like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthafuckas, they like see
Move that [?] just like D
Certified, walk the streets
Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
You don't want a problem? Off the beef
Before I off his ass with his awful teeth
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Styles P]
Robbery turns into Murder 1
Murder 1: made it look like it's robbery
.44 show you boys vagina like pornography
Put your friends, get a Benz, inside's mahogany
Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet. Now let's keep it G
On some ref shit
We don't trust each other, we don't know each other's address
I fuck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you's an actress
I go and get it, yeah G and G
I don't give a fuck, I hit your crib up with TNT
[Hook]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Need it, by any means...
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
Take the canned foods, I'm tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and fuck a hater
What my brother said
Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
Every day that I wake, I grind
Gotta make that monthly quota
Way too legit to quit though
Can't stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress that I've been through
Way too much fuckin problems
Way too much fuckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in...
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Need it by any means
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
You for self nigga, organized crime wave
I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing I'll as this
These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the goldfish
You's a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
Gotta get it, while the getting's good
That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I'm fishing for grub
I'm in the water with the Great White, I'm whippin up
Don't make me hop out with that thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
Of how I feed my family and
Try to dig up in my pockets it'll be a catastrophic little situation
And I'll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus Christ
Cause I'm about to go and commit my worst sin
Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
And I'm ready to kill and massacre anything
Moving past me the rachett, I'm shootin' muthafucka
Best believe I'm going in
See I go and I get it and then I STOP
Don't speed rap this, let me walk it to em
This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
Fuck you think I'm gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
I ain't eat your food yet - you better be grateful!
Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus any king
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it's beautiful
Ain't freeze the watches, it's 2 below
Ears are different, 2 below?
Got the rock on, super ho
Super fly, super paid
Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
Yeah, where's my cape? You ain't gotta ask me where's the flake
In the pot, cooking base
MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
Black muthafucka with expensive taste
Hustle hard, just like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthafuckas, they like see
Move that [?] just like D
Certified, walk the streets
Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
You don't want a problem? Off the beef
Before I off his ass with his awful teeth
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Styles P]
Robbery turns into Murder 1
Murder 1: made it look like it's robbery
.44 show you boys vagina like pornography
Put your friends, get a Benz, inside's mahogany
Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet. Now let's keep it G
On some ref shit
We don't trust each other, we don't know each other's address
I fuck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you's an actress
I go and get it, yeah G and G
I don't give a fuck, I hit your crib up with TNT
[Hook]
"The Statement" (2010)
- Knock Knock lyrics - Ace Hood
- Hustle Hard lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)
- Lifestyle lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Sean Kingston)
- Light Up (Freestyle) lyrics - Ace Hood
Knock Knock lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Uh, Oh you thought I wasn't coming back with this one right here Huh? Haha Mr. Hood!... Look, It go...
[Hook:]
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Hey knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash?
[Verse 1:]
Ok see, ain't nothing funny boy them dollars keep coming
Ok I got a lot of money
Ain't shit change, Big face hundreds
Pinky and the brain, Triple black cars
Bitch you know the name
Mr. Hood lover, supermodel brains
Kicking down the door, give me what I came for
Checking with my shooters, blow a hole in your kango
They some barracudas And I'm up with the cash flow...
They some assholes
I think I'm Castro, I think I'm Scarface
Blowing money fast, Ricky Rose'
Big fire with me, up in the parleyed
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Hey knock, knock, bang, bang, bitch I'm past that
Hey wait a minute, bitch I think I had a relapse
Don't jack my money I ain't asking where the cash at
Pull out that chopper make you wonder where your legs at
Hold up wait doctor better ask him where your meds at
Where the cash at? Better have that
Super money shit, now can you smell that?
I'm on my grizzle trying make a milli
Duffle full of money more up in for dinner
That's ground paper only thing I'm chasing
Money over bitches, that's just in my nature
Coming for my mullah I'm sharp with that eraser
[Hook]
Uh, Oh you thought I wasn't coming back with this one right here Huh? Haha Mr. Hood!... Look, It go...
[Hook:]
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash at? (Hey where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Where the cash at? (Hey, Where the cash?)
Hey knock knock, bang, bang, where the cash?
[Verse 1:]
Ok see, ain't nothing funny boy them dollars keep coming
Ok I got a lot of money
Ain't shit change, Big face hundreds
Pinky and the brain, Triple black cars
Bitch you know the name
Mr. Hood lover, supermodel brains
Kicking down the door, give me what I came for
Checking with my shooters, blow a hole in your kango
They some barracudas And I'm up with the cash flow...
They some assholes
I think I'm Castro, I think I'm Scarface
Blowing money fast, Ricky Rose'
Big fire with me, up in the parleyed
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Hey knock, knock, bang, bang, bitch I'm past that
Hey wait a minute, bitch I think I had a relapse
Don't jack my money I ain't asking where the cash at
Pull out that chopper make you wonder where your legs at
Hold up wait doctor better ask him where your meds at
Where the cash at? Better have that
Super money shit, now can you smell that?
I'm on my grizzle trying make a milli
Duffle full of money more up in for dinner
That's ground paper only thing I'm chasing
Money over bitches, that's just in my nature
Coming for my mullah I'm sharp with that eraser
[Hook]
Lifestyle lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Sean Kingston)
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Beach side view, white girl coupe, make believe top, thought you seen the roof
White flip-flops, designer shades Louis, big face blockers family guy Stewie
I'm so addicted to it, My bitch she shop and tourin,
Them niggas wish to do her just know she so manure
Who you lyin folks, she got her game up, 24 inches, Rover Range truck,
This is my life style, I live my life wow, four or five bitches, Pipe down,
Money cars and clothes, all a nigga know, dedicate the flow
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
And I'm addicted to this life, I would never ever change it,
Looking back on life I swear to God that it's amazing
Ridin in the flyest riff, now I'm eating casian,
Thousand dollar Louie couple hundred for the fragrant,
Mamma I made it, yes I did,
Used to live with seven, three bed crib
But now I got my own and now I'm rottin chrome,
These women love the money, so they becoming showns,
I see these niggas hatin, but they can't be what I'm on,
Give my chic a couple stacks then I ship her off to Rome,
So bye-bye you, hit the mall and buy it all baby it's the truth
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Beach side view, white girl coupe, make believe top, thought you seen the roof
White flip-flops, designer shades Louis, big face blockers family guy Stewie
I'm so addicted to it, My bitch she shop and tourin,
Them niggas wish to do her just know she so manure
Who you lyin folks, she got her game up, 24 inches, Rover Range truck,
This is my life style, I live my life wow, four or five bitches, Pipe down,
Money cars and clothes, all a nigga know, dedicate the flow
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style,
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
And I'm addicted to this life, I would never ever change it,
Looking back on life I swear to God that it's amazing
Ridin in the flyest riff, now I'm eating casian,
Thousand dollar Louie couple hundred for the fragrant,
Mamma I made it, yes I did,
Used to live with seven, three bed crib
But now I got my own and now I'm rottin chrome,
These women love the money, so they becoming showns,
I see these niggas hatin, but they can't be what I'm on,
Give my chic a couple stacks then I ship her off to Rome,
So bye-bye you, hit the mall and buy it all baby it's the truth
[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
I'm addicted to this life style
Blowin all my cash, in the strip club, trying to find me some ass
I'm addicted to this life style
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
I'm addicted to this life style
Buying four cars, buying out the mall, Baby I'm a star
I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Shorty I can't change cause that's just who I am
My conscience always say, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go in the mall
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go buy it all, buy it all
Money ain't an issue, gotta let you know this is who I am
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