[Intro: Ace Hood]
Aceee
Waited my whole life for this moment
Head to the sky
[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Thank you for patience
For forgiveness
For your angels watching over me
I shoudn't be livin'
Lord I'm sorry for my sins
But these streets ain't forgivin'
No these streets ain't forgivin'
Na these streets ain't forgivin'
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I would never fear a man who could breathe my air
Only God himself
I got my mind on wealth
Quit a job, thank God momma betta' in health
Fuck the world man I felt like I could manage myself
Hard times came around lord I needed your help
Lost my dog can't describe the pain I felt
Couldn't make it to the funeral I hold that guilt
I done been through shit
Nealy lost my life, nearly lost my mom
I toss and turn at night
Now my times are betta'
No eviction letta'
Why did God bless me, I'm tryin' put it together
Ain't nobody here perect
Please wash my sins
Doin' women because they love the way I ride that benz
Plus my penthouse fly
I invite them in
Young man 23 dear God I repent
[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay now 1 for the money
Way to much in dough
3 for the niggas who doubted me on the low
Said that I wouldn't make make it your predetermineds a joke
I inherited a glow
Many livin' with out it
Ask me I how did I do it
Tell them I never doubt it
Quittin' never considered
Many blessings delivered
Friends became haters, the money turning em' bitter
Betrayel in my soul, I'm cold like late december
Daddy look at your son
Millionaire in the makin'
I pray one day that you call
Cause you proud and happy I made it
Never probably maybe
Leaving was kinda shady
Hope this eats you alive
My tears no longer cried
[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Some people try and they try and try
Just to get by
But me? I'm a' do what I got to do but I'm a get mine
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Loyalties to my team
And that's all I scream
Real niggas do real things
I say that we just gettin' richer is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
I say the money the motive
Opportunity closer
Ridibg in that new phantom
In my city I'm hova
I put in my time
And that's word to maroni
24's on the mero
I did it just like kobe
[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Some people try and they try and try
Just to get by
But me? I'm a' do what I got to do to get mine
My Speakers lyrics - Ace Hood
Ace knocking my speakers [x3]
[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]
Okay
I'm still spitting that ether
Real shit on your speakers
No top on that Beamer
Diagnosed with Leukemia
I'm that young nigga who don't pay
Old school on duece treys
Real nigga no fool gaze
Shoot clips like P Swayze
Young boy, he swagged out
Diamonds on me, they stand out
Big money, don't do drought
Fuck her she don't use mouth
Ace Hood in your speakers
A lot of ya'll my sequel
Walk a mile in my sneakers
But a nigga won't reside in my features
I'll be okay flyest nigga on your runway
No kids allowed we on that gun play
And sweep put it on my mama
I'm a dog when it come to them commas
You play you lay wit my nigga rose
[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]
Okay now money of them bitches
Hopping up out of that new Bentley
Strapped up like Yosemite
Gotta keep that from my enemies
This smoke fool no chimney
That getting money my remedy
You's a family guy you to giggity
That hating shit it waste energy
Nigga I'm riding round and I'm getting it
That Mossberg in dickies
My jury called me 250
I'mma talk a bitch out her vickies
Boy I can knock my speakers
That stealing flows from their teacher
Ain't rock around with no skeezer
That's straight droppin this speaker
I'mma let my nigga rosay teach em
Anybody want problems see me
20 grand won't do no freebies
I'm rated R and you PG
You sweet homie like kiwi
Your money small lie a tepee
We headline TMZ
Out the bed I've been born a G
[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]
[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]
Okay
I'm still spitting that ether
Real shit on your speakers
No top on that Beamer
Diagnosed with Leukemia
I'm that young nigga who don't pay
Old school on duece treys
Real nigga no fool gaze
Shoot clips like P Swayze
Young boy, he swagged out
Diamonds on me, they stand out
Big money, don't do drought
Fuck her she don't use mouth
Ace Hood in your speakers
A lot of ya'll my sequel
Walk a mile in my sneakers
But a nigga won't reside in my features
I'll be okay flyest nigga on your runway
No kids allowed we on that gun play
And sweep put it on my mama
I'm a dog when it come to them commas
You play you lay wit my nigga rose
[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]
Okay now money of them bitches
Hopping up out of that new Bentley
Strapped up like Yosemite
Gotta keep that from my enemies
This smoke fool no chimney
That getting money my remedy
You's a family guy you to giggity
That hating shit it waste energy
Nigga I'm riding round and I'm getting it
That Mossberg in dickies
My jury called me 250
I'mma talk a bitch out her vickies
Boy I can knock my speakers
That stealing flows from their teacher
Ain't rock around with no skeezer
That's straight droppin this speaker
I'mma let my nigga rosay teach em
Anybody want problems see me
20 grand won't do no freebies
I'm rated R and you PG
You sweet homie like kiwi
Your money small lie a tepee
We headline TMZ
Out the bed I've been born a G
[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]
Yuup lyrics - Ace Hood
H, double O, D, nigga that's me
Low key, don't talk to the police
Ridin round in the city in a two seat, tucked
Nigga osta la vista
Never love em, I fuck em and leave em
On occasion I'm sippin tekila
Got my stripes like dem adiiiiiiiiii- HAH
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga that's my callin
30 grand in the wrist I'm ballin
Big diamonds and all dem flawless
Sippin on that whatcha-ma-call-it
Goddamn I'm way too loco
Blame it on that cocoa loso
Four hoes introduced to da four door
Low pro, two fours in in my polo
On ten getting head in a low-low
Don't stop hoe dc go-go
Fuck ya'll niggas hatin on me for?
Probably cause a nigga rich in a low-low
I'm too fly
And you not
You tell lies
I do not
Real nigga though
Got plenty hoes
20 grand a show
That's minimul
Can't stop the money on relax
Big bank, a swag and a mayback
Hop off the glock and I need that
Cock back and aim at yo fitted cap
Ya'll boys don't want no drama
If you do you don't love yo momma
My niggas all about dem cooooooooooooommmmmmmmm-
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga back off in here
All black with a strap
My war gear
Ride with my city and I'm from here
Not too many niggas don't wanna go there
Vacation, no way don't care
Dem boys in da hood they don't care
Hit em up to the clip click woah there
Big 5, got mine, don't go there
But okay I'm off of that bull
Keep hatin all of them should
Rob me, I wish that they would
You can die beside of yo bud
Get it right though
See the neck hoe?
Ten chains on
City fat glow
That's a 100k
For the neck game
Need a bad bitch
For the net gain
Gotta peep the swag I'm in a new thang
Flat black, got a ride like bruce wayne
And that shit be kickin like liu kang
Ridin round I'm gettin it like two chains
Fly, guy, that's all in the feed back
Thick bitch, you know a nigga need that
Ain't trippin in the lane who bad mouth
Money talk is all I speak bout
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Low key, don't talk to the police
Ridin round in the city in a two seat, tucked
Nigga osta la vista
Never love em, I fuck em and leave em
On occasion I'm sippin tekila
Got my stripes like dem adiiiiiiiiii- HAH
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga that's my callin
30 grand in the wrist I'm ballin
Big diamonds and all dem flawless
Sippin on that whatcha-ma-call-it
Goddamn I'm way too loco
Blame it on that cocoa loso
Four hoes introduced to da four door
Low pro, two fours in in my polo
On ten getting head in a low-low
Don't stop hoe dc go-go
Fuck ya'll niggas hatin on me for?
Probably cause a nigga rich in a low-low
I'm too fly
And you not
You tell lies
I do not
Real nigga though
Got plenty hoes
20 grand a show
That's minimul
Can't stop the money on relax
Big bank, a swag and a mayback
Hop off the glock and I need that
Cock back and aim at yo fitted cap
Ya'll boys don't want no drama
If you do you don't love yo momma
My niggas all about dem cooooooooooooommmmmmmmm-
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga back off in here
All black with a strap
My war gear
Ride with my city and I'm from here
Not too many niggas don't wanna go there
Vacation, no way don't care
Dem boys in da hood they don't care
Hit em up to the clip click woah there
Big 5, got mine, don't go there
But okay I'm off of that bull
Keep hatin all of them should
Rob me, I wish that they would
You can die beside of yo bud
Get it right though
See the neck hoe?
Ten chains on
City fat glow
That's a 100k
For the neck game
Need a bad bitch
For the net gain
Gotta peep the swag I'm in a new thang
Flat black, got a ride like bruce wayne
And that shit be kickin like liu kang
Ridin round I'm gettin it like two chains
Fly, guy, that's all in the feed back
Thick bitch, you know a nigga need that
Ain't trippin in the lane who bad mouth
Money talk is all I speak bout
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Be Great lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Uh guess again they hesitant
Just to let him in
Walk a mile in my shoes
I swear they never did
Nor they never will
Finally I'm center fielder
See a mill cry tears, for my old fields
Looking back I promise mama that I never will
Gave me chills this humble nigga remaining still
Underrated be the best my ultamatum is in my flow
Cultivate'm, moving like a terminater ugh
So inspired the swagga they so admire
Sitting court side with the Boss with the empires
Used to be a dream I'm a smoking the entire
Moment
R.I.P. My homies
Differnent kind of strokes
For The boy Gary Colemen
Meeting different women
And I swear I gottem open
No love for them because my ice box frozen
Been to the bottom now it's spring like Poland
Wattup 'tho
Renegades we rewritin history
I'm inspired by the beat
Cups for victory
[Hook:]
Hey hey hey hey
And I been through that pain
In my life earning my stripes
But still I'm going fight this war
Cause they say that I won't
Show them I will
You with me let me hear you say
That we never gone stop aim for the top head to that sky
I just wantto be great
Be great be great be great
I just wanna be great
Be great be great be great
I just wanna be
[Verse 2:]
Hella passinate adamint yes accurate
Science to the game I study like that anatomy
Used to can't battle me now I triple your salary
Back full of batteries that's definition of strategy
Day I let them win homie that'll be death of me
Something you will never see
Dope like methamphetamine
Riding in some shit that probably dropping 2017
Martin Luther ain't the only one who had a dream
I just wanna be great MJ style
Doubted by the critics hiphop's stepchild
Little boy or girl why your head down
You can be great you just got to say it proud
On a mission my ambition got me living different
Big crib but a made man living in it
Words to my niggas they the living witness
Believe that I'm great glad you here to witness
[Hook]
Uh guess again they hesitant
Just to let him in
Walk a mile in my shoes
I swear they never did
Nor they never will
Finally I'm center fielder
See a mill cry tears, for my old fields
Looking back I promise mama that I never will
Gave me chills this humble nigga remaining still
Underrated be the best my ultamatum is in my flow
Cultivate'm, moving like a terminater ugh
So inspired the swagga they so admire
Sitting court side with the Boss with the empires
Used to be a dream I'm a smoking the entire
Moment
R.I.P. My homies
Differnent kind of strokes
For The boy Gary Colemen
Meeting different women
And I swear I gottem open
No love for them because my ice box frozen
Been to the bottom now it's spring like Poland
Wattup 'tho
Renegades we rewritin history
I'm inspired by the beat
Cups for victory
[Hook:]
Hey hey hey hey
And I been through that pain
In my life earning my stripes
But still I'm going fight this war
Cause they say that I won't
Show them I will
You with me let me hear you say
That we never gone stop aim for the top head to that sky
I just wantto be great
Be great be great be great
I just wanna be great
Be great be great be great
I just wanna be
[Verse 2:]
Hella passinate adamint yes accurate
Science to the game I study like that anatomy
Used to can't battle me now I triple your salary
Back full of batteries that's definition of strategy
Day I let them win homie that'll be death of me
Something you will never see
Dope like methamphetamine
Riding in some shit that probably dropping 2017
Martin Luther ain't the only one who had a dream
I just wanna be great MJ style
Doubted by the critics hiphop's stepchild
Little boy or girl why your head down
You can be great you just got to say it proud
On a mission my ambition got me living different
Big crib but a made man living in it
Words to my niggas they the living witness
Believe that I'm great glad you here to witness
[Hook]
Check Me Out lyrics - Ace Hood
Oh, holly molly, rollin on me fuck your click, the homies
I get money, paper taller than that fool Ginobli
Just know my kardashian ain't talking Khloe
And these bitches all up on my dick,
But I ain't talking moby
They say my swagger super dumb, but hey, I graduated
I got that shit, that will make your bitch, forget you penetrated
And the freaky shit you like I'll make her demonstrate it
Uh, plus a nigger upon these boys
Illustrate it silly ass, niggers swag kill ‘em like the chopper do
Turn ‘em into milkshake
Serve ‘em at the jumbo juice
All you niggers super sweet like candy at the carnival
Riding through my city not a judge but I'm your honor hoe
See me fucking shoes? medium rare
Rear bottom, you can spot ‘em like a cheetah nere
I'm a fly nigger, but you knew it though
A million dollar nigger, only twenty fours
Check me out, check me out
That new ferrari, let's test it out
Diamonds on my neck and wrist let's take a camera shot
Ok, let's crack this bitch, back up, better know my fucking name
A-C-E-H double O-D luggie and some fuckin brain and that shit go where she think, that whip on me is major pain.
Way too much of hatin you should be ashamed, black camaro call that fucker V-Rames
Might throw it on 6′s like LeBron James
Intercept your bitch, now that's the ball game!
Just keep on stealin flows I wont call names
But hey!
[Chorus:]
Now when I'm out, and you see me
I know you're watching like I'm your tv
Now check me out, now check me out
Yeah, you see these shoes [?]
They don't come out
We're talking money,
That's what I'm about
Now check me out, check me out!
Now check me out, check me out!
Just check me out, yeah, yeah!
Twenty free and got a billion dollars mind, frame
Spend forty thousand dollars for my time frame.
Diamonds in my belt, boy thats time change
Triple black ferrari, call him bruce wayne!
Mr. hood a problem he be stuntin hard
Fuck them bitches talking get this cock-asaurus
Hop out of the jeep with christian louis vuittons
But I know I run the shit like relays through batons
Wildin ass nigga swag kill ‘em like the hollows do
Say my flow is super sick, diagnose some Thera-Flu
Pistol kiss ya lips, I make that hoe go off and marry you
Bye, bye you, burie you, anybody wonder if they can get that too
Dog with the hoes and a beast in the booth got two cars but I need that coop
Nine times outta ten I don't need that roof
Just check me out when I come through
Fuck you and your momma fool, your auntie hatin fuck her too
Ask anybody I'm the truth in the booth keep talking shit you'll lose your tooth
That's silly nigger, eatin the pickle dillys
I holler free my niggers, and they ain't talking willy
My whip do 215 shout out my nigger, feel it
Shout out my nigger, khaled for all my latest grammys
Yeah, check us out!
[Chorus:]
Now when I'm out, and you see me
I know you're watching like I'm your tv
Now check me out, now check me out
Yeah, you see these shoes [?]
They don't come out
We're talking money,
That's what I'm about
Now check me out, check me out!
Now check me out, check me out!
Just check me out, yeah, yeah!
I get money, paper taller than that fool Ginobli
Just know my kardashian ain't talking Khloe
And these bitches all up on my dick,
But I ain't talking moby
They say my swagger super dumb, but hey, I graduated
I got that shit, that will make your bitch, forget you penetrated
And the freaky shit you like I'll make her demonstrate it
Uh, plus a nigger upon these boys
Illustrate it silly ass, niggers swag kill ‘em like the chopper do
Turn ‘em into milkshake
Serve ‘em at the jumbo juice
All you niggers super sweet like candy at the carnival
Riding through my city not a judge but I'm your honor hoe
See me fucking shoes? medium rare
Rear bottom, you can spot ‘em like a cheetah nere
I'm a fly nigger, but you knew it though
A million dollar nigger, only twenty fours
Check me out, check me out
That new ferrari, let's test it out
Diamonds on my neck and wrist let's take a camera shot
Ok, let's crack this bitch, back up, better know my fucking name
A-C-E-H double O-D luggie and some fuckin brain and that shit go where she think, that whip on me is major pain.
Way too much of hatin you should be ashamed, black camaro call that fucker V-Rames
Might throw it on 6′s like LeBron James
Intercept your bitch, now that's the ball game!
Just keep on stealin flows I wont call names
But hey!
[Chorus:]
Now when I'm out, and you see me
I know you're watching like I'm your tv
Now check me out, now check me out
Yeah, you see these shoes [?]
They don't come out
We're talking money,
That's what I'm about
Now check me out, check me out!
Now check me out, check me out!
Just check me out, yeah, yeah!
Twenty free and got a billion dollars mind, frame
Spend forty thousand dollars for my time frame.
Diamonds in my belt, boy thats time change
Triple black ferrari, call him bruce wayne!
Mr. hood a problem he be stuntin hard
Fuck them bitches talking get this cock-asaurus
Hop out of the jeep with christian louis vuittons
But I know I run the shit like relays through batons
Wildin ass nigga swag kill ‘em like the hollows do
Say my flow is super sick, diagnose some Thera-Flu
Pistol kiss ya lips, I make that hoe go off and marry you
Bye, bye you, burie you, anybody wonder if they can get that too
Dog with the hoes and a beast in the booth got two cars but I need that coop
Nine times outta ten I don't need that roof
Just check me out when I come through
Fuck you and your momma fool, your auntie hatin fuck her too
Ask anybody I'm the truth in the booth keep talking shit you'll lose your tooth
That's silly nigger, eatin the pickle dillys
I holler free my niggers, and they ain't talking willy
My whip do 215 shout out my nigger, feel it
Shout out my nigger, khaled for all my latest grammys
Yeah, check us out!
[Chorus:]
Now when I'm out, and you see me
I know you're watching like I'm your tv
Now check me out, now check me out
Yeah, you see these shoes [?]
They don't come out
We're talking money,
That's what I'm about
Now check me out, check me out!
Now check me out, check me out!
Just check me out, yeah, yeah!
Pay Her Bills (Cardiack Beats) lyrics - Ace Hood
Okay
Ass in the air keep your face down
And ima pat your body this a shake down
Redbone, hair long tatted up
Love to ride a nigga tell her saddle up
Money in my pockets, in the fitted jeans
Ciroc and sprite I mix it with a lemon squeeze
Jump out the Phantom this was once a dream
All this ice around me tryna dodge a breeze
I'm cold as hell, nigga aw I mean the slow
Got them bitches throwin pussy soon I hit the door
They like hello Mr. Hood we been waitin on ya
And fuck these lame niggas we been hatin on ya
that's cause I'm getting too much money mind ya business
You think it's sweet then I'll throw seven to ya kidneys
Brand new grill on the mirror, fuck the dentist
Never mind them haters, I just want you all to witness
Shawty pop that pussy on the headstand
Like my women, I come with a girlfriend
She won't do the honors then another will
See, a baller do whatever for them dollar bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
Fuck it, I just do it to enjoy the thrills
Tall heels and your clothes done evaporated
Ima call the shots and you just demonstrate it
Gon pop that pussy like you know the deal
40 K in ones bitch I'm payin bills
Fuck them other niggas they irrelevant
That whip I got outside screamin arrogance
Walk up in the club middle finger high
Swag killin niggas call it suicide
Niggas try me they gon wear a suit and tie
Make them killas turn you into apple pie
Black young nigga with a .38
Sit in that Mercedes, that's expensive taste
Hoppin up out that bitch, I got my Rolee on
Crack rock diamonds, I'm a rolling stone
Fuck you and your friends, what my homies on
But first I need you to listen to my favorite song
Shawty pop that pussy on the headstand
Like my women, I come with a girlfriend
She won't do the honors then another will
See, a baller do whatever for them dollar bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
Fuck it, I just do it to enjoy the thrill
Ass in the air keep your face down
And ima pat your body this a shake down
Redbone, hair long tatted up
Love to ride a nigga tell her saddle up
Money in my pockets, in the fitted jeans
Ciroc and sprite I mix it with a lemon squeeze
Jump out the Phantom this was once a dream
All this ice around me tryna dodge a breeze
I'm cold as hell, nigga aw I mean the slow
Got them bitches throwin pussy soon I hit the door
They like hello Mr. Hood we been waitin on ya
And fuck these lame niggas we been hatin on ya
that's cause I'm getting too much money mind ya business
You think it's sweet then I'll throw seven to ya kidneys
Brand new grill on the mirror, fuck the dentist
Never mind them haters, I just want you all to witness
Shawty pop that pussy on the headstand
Like my women, I come with a girlfriend
She won't do the honors then another will
See, a baller do whatever for them dollar bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
Fuck it, I just do it to enjoy the thrills
Tall heels and your clothes done evaporated
Ima call the shots and you just demonstrate it
Gon pop that pussy like you know the deal
40 K in ones bitch I'm payin bills
Fuck them other niggas they irrelevant
That whip I got outside screamin arrogance
Walk up in the club middle finger high
Swag killin niggas call it suicide
Niggas try me they gon wear a suit and tie
Make them killas turn you into apple pie
Black young nigga with a .38
Sit in that Mercedes, that's expensive taste
Hoppin up out that bitch, I got my Rolee on
Crack rock diamonds, I'm a rolling stone
Fuck you and your friends, what my homies on
But first I need you to listen to my favorite song
Shawty pop that pussy on the headstand
Like my women, I come with a girlfriend
She won't do the honors then another will
See, a baller do whatever for them dollar bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
She gon buss it open, I'm gon pay her bills
Fuck it, I just do it to enjoy the thrill
Body 2 Body (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Wale & DJ Khaled)
[DJ Khaled:]
Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends
And we can be friends, this the remix
[Hook - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
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
[Ace Hood]
What it do lil' mama, I was thinking we'd get more acquainted
Baby this the G-mix we get heated leave them panties ain't it?
She say her last was super wack his sex was overrated
Gotta give her da good I'm liking da wood and now it's over lady
I give her that pound game, then I slows it up
Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff
See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass
If it's wet enough I might just need a wine glass
Ha, I'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds
A house on my pinky, We body 2 body, I keep me a hottie
She kinky as hell, get it off in the lobbies
[Hook]
[Rick Ross]
Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right
Mean alot more to me, check me out
[Verse]
You only live once, tonight we do it twice
Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right
Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
My tommorrow braxton, doin' shows too
Paid well, like she supposed to, I'm a made man
I'm into old school, no jewels which is ruff for me
But she's so cool, I kiss her carefully
Emergency room, she was there for me
Right back on my feet, I swear I'd never leave
[Hook]
[DJ Khaled interrupts the hook]
THIS IS... REMIX
[Wale]
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
Ya see all we got is tonight and I ain't tryna see that far, all we need is convienient love
And I don't mean convo when I say I wanna know how deep you are
Heheh, look
[Verse]
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
You could ask me all you want, but my name ain't oh my god
Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap
She scratchin' all on my back, jawn like fuckin' up my new tats
Girl work it out, spread it out like work of mouth
You know I'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out
Now we body to body, go inside and she shakin'
Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation
I ain't really been trickin' but Ms. body's persuasive
Keep yo mind out my business, I keep yo body in labels
And I'm stuntin' once expired my movements Gordo
My Penn Stated I ain't lyin', Shout out Mr. Paterno
Word up... Wale
[Hook]
[DJ Khaled interrupts the hook]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
(THIS THE REMIX..)
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
(WE DA BEST MUSIC)
We can be body to body, Body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But We should be (ACE HOOD) body to body
Body to body, body to body
We da best (Maybach Music Group Tag) Remix
Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends
And we can be friends, this the remix
[Hook - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
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
[Ace Hood]
What it do lil' mama, I was thinking we'd get more acquainted
Baby this the G-mix we get heated leave them panties ain't it?
She say her last was super wack his sex was overrated
Gotta give her da good I'm liking da wood and now it's over lady
I give her that pound game, then I slows it up
Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff
See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass
If it's wet enough I might just need a wine glass
Ha, I'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds
A house on my pinky, We body 2 body, I keep me a hottie
She kinky as hell, get it off in the lobbies
[Hook]
[Rick Ross]
Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right
Mean alot more to me, check me out
[Verse]
You only live once, tonight we do it twice
Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right
Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
My tommorrow braxton, doin' shows too
Paid well, like she supposed to, I'm a made man
I'm into old school, no jewels which is ruff for me
But she's so cool, I kiss her carefully
Emergency room, she was there for me
Right back on my feet, I swear I'd never leave
[Hook]
[DJ Khaled interrupts the hook]
THIS IS... REMIX
[Wale]
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
Ya see all we got is tonight and I ain't tryna see that far, all we need is convienient love
And I don't mean convo when I say I wanna know how deep you are
Heheh, look
[Verse]
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
You could ask me all you want, but my name ain't oh my god
Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap
She scratchin' all on my back, jawn like fuckin' up my new tats
Girl work it out, spread it out like work of mouth
You know I'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out
Now we body to body, go inside and she shakin'
Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation
I ain't really been trickin' but Ms. body's persuasive
Keep yo mind out my business, I keep yo body in labels
And I'm stuntin' once expired my movements Gordo
My Penn Stated I ain't lyin', Shout out Mr. Paterno
Word up... Wale
[Hook]
[DJ Khaled interrupts the hook]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
(THIS THE REMIX..)
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
(WE DA BEST MUSIC)
We can be body to body, Body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But We should be (ACE HOOD) body to body
Body to body, body to body
We da best (Maybach Music Group Tag) Remix
"Blood, Sweat & Tears" (2011)
- King Of The Streets lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. T-Pain)
- Go N' Get It lyrics - Ace Hood
- Errrythang lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Yo Gotti)
- Hustle Hard lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Swizz Beatz)
- Body 2 Body lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Chris Brown)
- Memory Lane lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
- Letter To My Ex's lyrics - Ace Hood
- Beautiful lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
- Lord Knows lyrics - Ace Hood
- Bitter World lyrics - Ace Hood
- Spoke To My Momma lyrics - Ace Hood
- Hustle Hard (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)
- Walk It Like I Talk It lyrics - Ace Hood
- I Know lyrics - Ace Hood
- Tear Da Roof Off lyrics - Ace Hood
- Go N' Get It (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Beanie Sigel, Busta Rhymes, Pusha T & Styles P)
King Of The Streets lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. T-Pain)
Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!
Okay, it's blood, sweat, and tears, that be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving up, the realest shit I ever quote
Look into my eyes and you can see I hustle twenty-fo, twenty-fo, twenty-fo
Hours grinding, overdose, running, running in the studio: recording animal
People want that gutter back, that's just who I do it for
Giving 'em that manure flow, how would I know, I'm trained to go
Heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck it hears a dick to blow
Now I'm on the top of shit, now they're showing sportsmanship
What it do and what it be? niggas on some other shit
Bitch I'm on my own lane, only god can judge me
All you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat
And I am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast
Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene
Teddy p and mr. hood, you can call it history
We the best and fuck 'em all, we winning like we charlie sheen!
Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating
I been waiting, yeahhh boy I been waiting
Heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness
I'm a mother fucking problem, y'all still in pajamas
Sleeping on the hottest while I'm out here chasing commas
Put that on my momma, I'm a give 'em hell while they locked up in a cell
We the best is gon' prevail, don't believe in seeing fail
I'm conceited, you can tell, look the devil in the eye, say I'm hotter than your hell
And I'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy
Bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now
Don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
See me, you salute me like a mother fucking drill scout
Stunting on you niggas, watch the beamer when it pulls out
King of these streets, come and see me when you travel south
Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!
Okay, it's blood, sweat, and tears, that be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving up, the realest shit I ever quote
Look into my eyes and you can see I hustle twenty-fo, twenty-fo, twenty-fo
Hours grinding, overdose, running, running in the studio: recording animal
People want that gutter back, that's just who I do it for
Giving 'em that manure flow, how would I know, I'm trained to go
Heard them niggas dropping meat so fuck it hears a dick to blow
Now I'm on the top of shit, now they're showing sportsmanship
What it do and what it be? niggas on some other shit
Bitch I'm on my own lane, only god can judge me
All you rappers rapping is equivalent to rare meat
And I am on my lion shit, starving like a full feast
Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene
Teddy p and mr. hood, you can call it history
We the best and fuck 'em all, we winning like we charlie sheen!
Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you suckers perpetrating
I been waiting, yeahhh boy I been waiting
Heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness
I'm a mother fucking problem, y'all still in pajamas
Sleeping on the hottest while I'm out here chasing commas
Put that on my momma, I'm a give 'em hell while they locked up in a cell
We the best is gon' prevail, don't believe in seeing fail
I'm conceited, you can tell, look the devil in the eye, say I'm hotter than your hell
And I'm rocking with my chest out, head high, hello to the bad guy
Bitch it's my time, see the diamonds in the watch now
Don't want any handouts, fuck you niggas talking 'bout?
See me, you salute me like a mother fucking drill scout
Stunting on you niggas, watch the beamer when it pulls out
King of these streets, come and see me when you travel south
Yeaaaaaah! oooooooh!
They done tried to defeat me
Staying on my feet
When they see me they salute me
I'm the king of these streets
Yeaaaah! ohhhhh!
I got 'em walking on (left, right, left, right)
We the best so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oooooooh! they follow me!
Go N' Get It lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
(I do it)
Blood sweat tears
Ace Hood
(I do it)
[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four 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 do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean
[Verse 1:]
Uh
Money the root of evil guess I'm the devil then
Bag full of dead faces like Afghanistan
Hundred K or better, custom made barrettas
How about that paper cheddar
Hopping out that bemer leather
Tell em get a load of this bezel
Big face and the rocks all pebbles
Don't grind and a nigga don't shine fuck ya'll gotta get mine
Big dog, big money on mind
Running like to the sun up rise
Money it never sleeps got bags up under my eyes
Just know I gotta get it mama very sickly plus I'm expecting twins
That's just what heaven sent me
God fearing nigga this I who in the flesh
'Fore I let my people starve
God bless my soul to rest
[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low,
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
With so many problems got me stressed up
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean
[Verse 2:]
OK now riding around with that rocket
Niggas trying to steal my flow tho
Thank you for the promo
We the best still be that logo
OK back upon my dough shit
Sliding on in them two six
Lights due, car note, baby fees plus rent
Nigga just no doubt no I'm out here
Tote my.9 without fear
Most you niggas pussy, yeah I'm talking paps smear
Lord guide me as my day go, trying get my mom off pay roll
When I put her in that Benz-o,
Get kinda hard when them funds low
I'm sick and tired of her crying, tired of nickel and dimes
Look at her in her eyes but I know your son gonna rock
'Cause I'm a God fearing nigga 'cause I am in the flesh
Who won't let my family starve God bless my soul to rest
[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low,
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way to many problems got me stressed out
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean
(I do it)
Blood sweat tears
Ace Hood
(I do it)
[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four 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 do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean
[Verse 1:]
Uh
Money the root of evil guess I'm the devil then
Bag full of dead faces like Afghanistan
Hundred K or better, custom made barrettas
How about that paper cheddar
Hopping out that bemer leather
Tell em get a load of this bezel
Big face and the rocks all pebbles
Don't grind and a nigga don't shine fuck ya'll gotta get mine
Big dog, big money on mind
Running like to the sun up rise
Money it never sleeps got bags up under my eyes
Just know I gotta get it mama very sickly plus I'm expecting twins
That's just what heaven sent me
God fearing nigga this I who in the flesh
'Fore I let my people starve
God bless my soul to rest
[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low,
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
With so many problems got me stressed up
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean
[Verse 2:]
OK now riding around with that rocket
Niggas trying to steal my flow tho
Thank you for the promo
We the best still be that logo
OK back upon my dough shit
Sliding on in them two six
Lights due, car note, baby fees plus rent
Nigga just no doubt no I'm out here
Tote my.9 without fear
Most you niggas pussy, yeah I'm talking paps smear
Lord guide me as my day go, trying get my mom off pay roll
When I put her in that Benz-o,
Get kinda hard when them funds low
I'm sick and tired of her crying, tired of nickel and dimes
Look at her in her eyes but I know your son gonna rock
'Cause I'm a God fearing nigga 'cause I am in the flesh
Who won't let my family starve God bless my soul to rest
[Chorus:]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low,
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way to many problems got me stressed out
What you do when you've got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I'm out here chasing greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean
Errrythang lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Yo Gotti)
That's on errrythang
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood:]
I got a pocket full of that green shit
Get getting head by some bitch who made the dean's list
Head great, talking Tony the Tiger
Ridin in that white Mercedes I call it Delilah
Twenty-fo's
Pigeon toes
Plus the coupe came with a bitch that's from the Poconos
I watch my money come, never see it go
Hit the club and watch me blow it like a saxophone
That's on errrythang, I'm talking errrythang
Told my jeweler I got fifty for my pinky ring
Straight cash, hoppin out that spider thang
Never was no local joker
Don't say AH "I told ya"
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
I say my family good (family good), my niggas too
I just bought my bitch a Benz and I call her Boo (Boo)
I'm chasin money (I am)
You niggas chasin hoes (hoes)
We call 'em plays, we call it pink 'n rose
Me in the Chevy sit up high, the Lambo sittin low
I'm doin a hunned burnin heads damn near lost control
I'm ridin swervin, I'm ridin servin
My paper confident, I guess these niggas money nervous
That's on errrythang, he a real nigga (I am)
Bitch I'm talkin bout myself cuz I don't feel niggas (Gotti)
I feel realer, that's on errythang
I'm hittin the club tonight and bitch I'm rockin errythang
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
[Verse 3 - Ace Hood:]
Went to the dealership, hunned thou in cash
Brand new sale fifty, dropped that on the dash
Better get you one, read that off the tag
That's on errythang, boy got that MacGyver swagg
Stuntin on 'em, Evel Knievel
Swagg so illegal houses as big as cathedrals
That's some other shit, probably with my other bitch
Hoppin out that mothership, my pistol got that rubber grip
Real nigga, circle of G's
Better watch these niggas cuz they snitchin just to get a plea
That's real talk (real talk)
Money my order, that's on errrythang
Don't say AH "I told ya"
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood:]
I got a pocket full of that green shit
Get getting head by some bitch who made the dean's list
Head great, talking Tony the Tiger
Ridin in that white Mercedes I call it Delilah
Twenty-fo's
Pigeon toes
Plus the coupe came with a bitch that's from the Poconos
I watch my money come, never see it go
Hit the club and watch me blow it like a saxophone
That's on errrythang, I'm talking errrythang
Told my jeweler I got fifty for my pinky ring
Straight cash, hoppin out that spider thang
Never was no local joker
Don't say AH "I told ya"
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
I say my family good (family good), my niggas too
I just bought my bitch a Benz and I call her Boo (Boo)
I'm chasin money (I am)
You niggas chasin hoes (hoes)
We call 'em plays, we call it pink 'n rose
Me in the Chevy sit up high, the Lambo sittin low
I'm doin a hunned burnin heads damn near lost control
I'm ridin swervin, I'm ridin servin
My paper confident, I guess these niggas money nervous
That's on errrythang, he a real nigga (I am)
Bitch I'm talkin bout myself cuz I don't feel niggas (Gotti)
I feel realer, that's on errythang
I'm hittin the club tonight and bitch I'm rockin errythang
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
[Verse 3 - Ace Hood:]
Went to the dealership, hunned thou in cash
Brand new sale fifty, dropped that on the dash
Better get you one, read that off the tag
That's on errythang, boy got that MacGyver swagg
Stuntin on 'em, Evel Knievel
Swagg so illegal houses as big as cathedrals
That's some other shit, probably with my other bitch
Hoppin out that mothership, my pistol got that rubber grip
Real nigga, circle of G's
Better watch these niggas cuz they snitchin just to get a plea
That's real talk (real talk)
Money my order, that's on errrythang
Don't say AH "I told ya"
[Chorus:]
I see the money come, seen the money go
It ain't trickin if you got it that's one thing for sho'
Set the standards high, sit the chewy low
One thing for certain you can't lose no ho from chasing dough
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
See no paper come 'n go just like the weather change
That's on errythang, that's on errythang
Gotta watch these bitches cause they out here playin head games
Hustle Hard lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Swizz Beatz)
[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
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shit than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she fucking, I know so
Nigga ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about de l'argent
Nigga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley
This is the same old shit
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz:]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes
Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads
Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The [?] Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues
I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper
Shades on I can't see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood:]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga
I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's
Bitches I don't trust em
Fuck em once, I fuck em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up
[Chorus]
(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
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shit than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she fucking, I know so
Nigga ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about de l'argent
Nigga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley
This is the same old shit
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz:]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes
Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads
Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The [?] Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues
I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper
Shades on I can't see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood:]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga
I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's
Bitches I don't trust em
Fuck em once, I fuck em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up
[Chorus]
Body 2 Body lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Chris Brown)
[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
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
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