[Hook:]
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
[Verse 1:]
Broward County boss, yeah I said that
Fresh up out that Porsche, like where that work at?
Tell my mama that I got us, never turning back
Bitch I run my city, I'm just doing laps
Whole hood hating, say a nigga changed
Right around that time, the real money came
Oh well, different city, hotels
Plenty paper bitches pulling on my coat tails
You're the bad economy, they're dropping your sales
Shit ain't what it used to be, shout out to fish scale
Shout out them real Zo's, shout out my bad hoes
One for you broke bitches, better get your grind on
Word on the street they're praying on my down fall
You niggas bitches, reason why I stay from round y'all
Smell the money from a mile, like a hound dog
Balling every year, they just call me John Wall
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Broward County boss, yeah I said that
In case you forgot, I brought that line back
In case you forgot, I put that on the map
Ready for war, [?] raps
Still strapped with that hammer, bad bitch from Atlanta
Still talking that shit, I'm young Tony Montana
What you mad for, cause I came up
Still real and ain't changed up
Came through in that Range truck
Diamonds shining like what the fuck
You still talking that dumb shit, talking bout what you gonna do
Talking about when you gonna blow, nigga man I'm twenty-four
I done been there what you trying to do, been places you trying to go
Compared fools to them great views and them [?] holes that I ran through
I was seventeen when I first signed, same day that my city rise
Six figures, no compromise
Only nigga who televised
Fuck the niggas who selling lies
Fuck them hoes who was never round
Finna' got for that nine to five
Keep the roll and my window down
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I say now bitch get on to my level ho
Eighty grand for my Rollie' though
Fucked the bitch and that pussy soaked
Finna' work but you finna' choke
Fuck the fool with those funny loaf
Fuck you talking bout before
Send a shot through your front door
Signed, sealed no envelope
I said hood nigga from the twenty ho
Deuce, deuce when that Chevy roll
Real nigga come flick up, acting tough cause you clicked up
My youngest be on some fuck shit, bang bang's and that bitch clicked
Seven chains where my neck be, with a thick bitch in the back seat
I say fuck us all with that pussy, twenty K for my bookie
Fifty round in my chopper, Jumping out of that bucket
Say real nigga getting money, my top down when it's sunny
From [?] to them big M's, we still local I take trips, gone
[Hook]
Wanna Beez lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Niggas stealing flows, all you niggas hoes
Y'all just biting swag, you pussies exposed
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas want my life
These niggas watch my Twitter, watch everything I write
Probably wanna fuck my hoes, probably wanna count my stacks
Y'all wanna do me dirty, try you die tonight
You don't wanna meet your maker, you ain't about that life
We can go to war, just pick a time of night
All my niggas strapped, pills done got them hyped
Riding around with them mac's, nigga it's on sight
Bitch nigga watch me ball, do it like Pau Gasol
Rims on the Jeep sit tall, you ride on the niggas you call, OK
My young niggas off the chain, on the gangster shit for real
All them niggas gon' ride, bet your money they will
Cops stop me I'm quiet, lips on my, they sealed
Nine tucked in my drawers, real niggas don't squeal
[Hook:]
Real niggas in my click, free my niggas one time
Bad bitches on my dick, big money on my mind
Y'all wanna bite my flow, Y'all wanna wipe my swag
Y'all wanna claim some shit, you pussies never had
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
Nigga been way to hungry, nigga been way to G
And I put that on my mama, these niggas wanna be me
[Verse 2:]
Niggas be popping their teeth, ride with that mac on the seat
I am a beast, switch up the flow on the beat, red bottoms under my sneaks
Getting they know, swag is original ho, hottest little nigga you know
Brought you dope, know wonder they biting the flow, treat it like all of my hoes
Catch me riding all in that ghost, them pussy niggas gon' choke
You quick to jump in that water, I hope you niggas can float
These niggas hope I fell, these niggas here so sad
These niggas hate my bitches, y'all niggas know they bad
Giuseppe's on their feet, y'all better peep her bag
Y'all better watch me ball, oh that's why you mad?
Click full of niggas who winning, bought my mom a Jag
Neck full of gold pieces, Michael Phelps had
[Hook]
Niggas stealing flows, all you niggas hoes
Y'all just biting swag, you pussies exposed
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas want my life
These niggas watch my Twitter, watch everything I write
Probably wanna fuck my hoes, probably wanna count my stacks
Y'all wanna do me dirty, try you die tonight
You don't wanna meet your maker, you ain't about that life
We can go to war, just pick a time of night
All my niggas strapped, pills done got them hyped
Riding around with them mac's, nigga it's on sight
Bitch nigga watch me ball, do it like Pau Gasol
Rims on the Jeep sit tall, you ride on the niggas you call, OK
My young niggas off the chain, on the gangster shit for real
All them niggas gon' ride, bet your money they will
Cops stop me I'm quiet, lips on my, they sealed
Nine tucked in my drawers, real niggas don't squeal
[Hook:]
Real niggas in my click, free my niggas one time
Bad bitches on my dick, big money on my mind
Y'all wanna bite my flow, Y'all wanna wipe my swag
Y'all wanna claim some shit, you pussies never had
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
These niggas wanna be me, these niggas wanna be me
Nigga been way to hungry, nigga been way to G
And I put that on my mama, these niggas wanna be me
[Verse 2:]
Niggas be popping their teeth, ride with that mac on the seat
I am a beast, switch up the flow on the beat, red bottoms under my sneaks
Getting they know, swag is original ho, hottest little nigga you know
Brought you dope, know wonder they biting the flow, treat it like all of my hoes
Catch me riding all in that ghost, them pussy niggas gon' choke
You quick to jump in that water, I hope you niggas can float
These niggas hope I fell, these niggas here so sad
These niggas hate my bitches, y'all niggas know they bad
Giuseppe's on their feet, y'all better peep her bag
Y'all better watch me ball, oh that's why you mad?
Click full of niggas who winning, bought my mom a Jag
Neck full of gold pieces, Michael Phelps had
[Hook]
Leggo lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Ok, my city on the map, yeah nigga know I'm running that
Ball all day and all night, then I run it back
Need a new ho, my old bitch, I'm tired of fucking that
Told my niggas we gon' get this money, I ain't looking back
Catch me switching deals in that Rari', not a Pontiac
Bitches looking at me cause that's where the money's at
Fast lane, fast lane, I be getting mad brain
Glock nine, right side, fuck that mister nice guy
Rollie that I'm rocking make your bitch come out her underwear
Swagging in this bitch, them Louis Vuitton's I got a hundred pair
We The Best, nothing less, YMCMB boy
I be in that SUV with killers from the D boy
Hell yeah, fucking right, I ball every fucking night
What's up with your friend and them, nigga trying to fuck tonight
Sparkler, sparkler, they bringing them bottles out
I don't really give a F.U.C.K., I'm passing the molly's out
[Hook:]
Them bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
I came in this bitch to turn up, turn up, nigga word up
Leggo [x8]
Bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
[Verse 2:]
Drop head phantom, baby you know I'm about that
Pull up to the valet, hella swagging bitches notice that
Hopped up out the whip, my Spanish bitch she got a bubble back
Outfit cost a couple grand, pockets holding forty racks
Leggo, leggo, all my niggas geeked up, Fabo
Chilling in the V.I., they know
Watch a nigga repo, your ho
Ok, niggas standing on top of the sofa, slid in this bitch with my toaster
Twenty five bottles of that potion, Ciroc got them bad bitches open
I said, don't think twice, nigga turn up, turn up, word up
Still shine on a nigga like Vegas, Rolex cost me eighty
Fifty more around my neck, rob me ho nigga you crazy
Cause I'm in this bitch with the goonies, with the toolies, make movies
I said, some of you niggas bout to act up, we just trying to party though
I be in my section like which one of these bitches trying to go
Penthouse on the eighth floor, thirty packs of Trojan's though
Say she down for the team, so I'm like leggo, leggo
[Hook]
Ok, my city on the map, yeah nigga know I'm running that
Ball all day and all night, then I run it back
Need a new ho, my old bitch, I'm tired of fucking that
Told my niggas we gon' get this money, I ain't looking back
Catch me switching deals in that Rari', not a Pontiac
Bitches looking at me cause that's where the money's at
Fast lane, fast lane, I be getting mad brain
Glock nine, right side, fuck that mister nice guy
Rollie that I'm rocking make your bitch come out her underwear
Swagging in this bitch, them Louis Vuitton's I got a hundred pair
We The Best, nothing less, YMCMB boy
I be in that SUV with killers from the D boy
Hell yeah, fucking right, I ball every fucking night
What's up with your friend and them, nigga trying to fuck tonight
Sparkler, sparkler, they bringing them bottles out
I don't really give a F.U.C.K., I'm passing the molly's out
[Hook:]
Them bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
I came in this bitch to turn up, turn up, nigga word up
Leggo [x8]
Bad bitches I already know
Real nigga done walked through the door
Shouts out to the niggas getting money, two times we them niggas who run it
[Verse 2:]
Drop head phantom, baby you know I'm about that
Pull up to the valet, hella swagging bitches notice that
Hopped up out the whip, my Spanish bitch she got a bubble back
Outfit cost a couple grand, pockets holding forty racks
Leggo, leggo, all my niggas geeked up, Fabo
Chilling in the V.I., they know
Watch a nigga repo, your ho
Ok, niggas standing on top of the sofa, slid in this bitch with my toaster
Twenty five bottles of that potion, Ciroc got them bad bitches open
I said, don't think twice, nigga turn up, turn up, word up
Still shine on a nigga like Vegas, Rolex cost me eighty
Fifty more around my neck, rob me ho nigga you crazy
Cause I'm in this bitch with the goonies, with the toolies, make movies
I said, some of you niggas bout to act up, we just trying to party though
I be in my section like which one of these bitches trying to go
Penthouse on the eighth floor, thirty packs of Trojan's though
Say she down for the team, so I'm like leggo, leggo
[Hook]
Let It Go lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Man I met a freak bitch, I call her deep dish
Say she in love with me, I'm thinking sweet lick
This bitch is super fine, I'm talking super thick
I'm talking pussy fat, she want that gutta' shit
I'm like OK then, I be there in an hour
Just have that ready though, I like it baby powdered
I grab my rubbers and my pistol then I tuck that shit
Call my nigga P2 [?] I got a bad little bitch
Man I had to decide on some late night shit
Told that ho I'm on the way, you taking all this dick, huh
Come to find out some nigga wifin' that
Say he's so in love with that pussy cat
[Hook:]
Man nigga, let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, let that ho go
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
I fuck her sometimes, my niggas beat it down
Tell you be cuffing that, you out of your mind
Man let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, man let that ho go
[Verse 2:]
One thing's for sure you know, a ho gon' be a ho
Tell me she's so in love, I know she's lying though
Say I'm the only one, I got her mind blown
Can never play me though, see I'm just playing along
Think I was born yesterday, you out your rabbit ass mind
I just beat it up and leave it, I am such a cold guy
Niggas wifin' up these hoes, not me, won't fly
Heard she's fucking up a storm, why you eating up the pie
Boy, you dead wrong, never love them, my confession
But you too deep invested, you need to learn a lesson
Let that ho go, you in the red zone
And you be kissing that, what the fuck is you on
[Hook]
Man I met a freak bitch, I call her deep dish
Say she in love with me, I'm thinking sweet lick
This bitch is super fine, I'm talking super thick
I'm talking pussy fat, she want that gutta' shit
I'm like OK then, I be there in an hour
Just have that ready though, I like it baby powdered
I grab my rubbers and my pistol then I tuck that shit
Call my nigga P2 [?] I got a bad little bitch
Man I had to decide on some late night shit
Told that ho I'm on the way, you taking all this dick, huh
Come to find out some nigga wifin' that
Say he's so in love with that pussy cat
[Hook:]
Man nigga, let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, let that ho go
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
She's fucking everybody, she's fucking everybody
I fuck her sometimes, my niggas beat it down
Tell you be cuffing that, you out of your mind
Man let that ho go, let that ho go
Let that ho go, man let that ho go
[Verse 2:]
One thing's for sure you know, a ho gon' be a ho
Tell me she's so in love, I know she's lying though
Say I'm the only one, I got her mind blown
Can never play me though, see I'm just playing along
Think I was born yesterday, you out your rabbit ass mind
I just beat it up and leave it, I am such a cold guy
Niggas wifin' up these hoes, not me, won't fly
Heard she's fucking up a storm, why you eating up the pie
Boy, you dead wrong, never love them, my confession
But you too deep invested, you need to learn a lesson
Let that ho go, you in the red zone
And you be kissing that, what the fuck is you on
[Hook]
Double Cup lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Bun B, Kirko Bangz)
[Intro:]
Double cup and I'm leanin' [x3]
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Hook: x2]
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Okay now, Purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin' slow while they blowin strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super-dome
Drank'd up and I'm dripped out
Caked up and my pistol out
Bad bitch and she thick as fuck
And I'm tryna see if what pussy bite
Bust it open for a real nigga
Bust it open for a trill nigga
Touchdown, whattup? H-Town
Long live the Pimp, this one's for you!
Bun B, my nigga Trae The Truth
Still in the coupe and I'm double dueced
Still in the hood on that purple, fool
Better know what I'm drinkin' ain't grape juice!
I be flowin' through the city, let my chain swing!
How you live, a young nigga tryna maintain
Get money, fuck lames, all my little niggas on the same page
Spend racks when I'm up in [?]
Gimme head she gon' catch this semen
Hatin on me? Nigga, so what? Ya know what?
Hold up...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Gangsta nigga, I'm bout it
I'm Trill as fuck so don't doubt it
Tell me what's the haps, cause you know I'm strapped
A nigga never leave home without it
I'm posted up in that Caddy
I'm twistin' up a big fatty
And it's full of dro, and I'm a mack your ho
And you know she callin' me daddy
I'm a trill OG and I earned it
That G code, nigga I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
I played the deck and got my respect
So nigga I'm the king, now just face it
I'm in the house and I'm chillin'
My mind on cash and I'm willing
I'm on the paper chase, no time to waste
So I could give a fuck how you feelin'
I'm sideways on that buck
My seats is stitched and they tough
You ain't down with that?
Then I'm hide your head in your ass
And be outta luck, wassup?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]
Well it's that young nigga from the Southside
Of that USA I need [?]
Lotion cause a nigga used to bump
A nigga came from nothing to saying nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazine
Your girlfriend look like Maxim
A phone book full of Billy Jeans
[?] Came out that limosine
I been a fan for that Codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
Fuckin' queens cause I'm a king
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bump a kit, I bump a kit
Threw my last bitch on my new bitch
And threw ten on my fuckin' dick
I done came down, hold it down for that H-Town
I'm a take the crown
Sippin Hen, don't fuck with Crown
But I'm a just drop this 4th of 9
And free my cousin that doin' time
I'm a pay the lawyer
But I hope he dyin'
Hold it down for a real nigga
Young Kirko, young trill nigga
(BANGZ)
[Hook]
Double cup and I'm leanin' [x3]
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Hook: x2]
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Double cup and I'm leanin' (I said it)
Fuck these niggas I mean it
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Okay now, Purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin' slow while they blowin strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super-dome
Drank'd up and I'm dripped out
Caked up and my pistol out
Bad bitch and she thick as fuck
And I'm tryna see if what pussy bite
Bust it open for a real nigga
Bust it open for a trill nigga
Touchdown, whattup? H-Town
Long live the Pimp, this one's for you!
Bun B, my nigga Trae The Truth
Still in the coupe and I'm double dueced
Still in the hood on that purple, fool
Better know what I'm drinkin' ain't grape juice!
I be flowin' through the city, let my chain swing!
How you live, a young nigga tryna maintain
Get money, fuck lames, all my little niggas on the same page
Spend racks when I'm up in [?]
Gimme head she gon' catch this semen
Hatin on me? Nigga, so what? Ya know what?
Hold up...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Gangsta nigga, I'm bout it
I'm Trill as fuck so don't doubt it
Tell me what's the haps, cause you know I'm strapped
A nigga never leave home without it
I'm posted up in that Caddy
I'm twistin' up a big fatty
And it's full of dro, and I'm a mack your ho
And you know she callin' me daddy
I'm a trill OG and I earned it
That G code, nigga I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
I played the deck and got my respect
So nigga I'm the king, now just face it
I'm in the house and I'm chillin'
My mind on cash and I'm willing
I'm on the paper chase, no time to waste
So I could give a fuck how you feelin'
I'm sideways on that buck
My seats is stitched and they tough
You ain't down with that?
Then I'm hide your head in your ass
And be outta luck, wassup?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kirko Bangz]
Well it's that young nigga from the Southside
Of that USA I need [?]
Lotion cause a nigga used to bump
A nigga came from nothing to saying nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazine
Your girlfriend look like Maxim
A phone book full of Billy Jeans
[?] Came out that limosine
I been a fan for that Codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
Fuckin' queens cause I'm a king
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bump a kit, I bump a kit
Threw my last bitch on my new bitch
And threw ten on my fuckin' dick
I done came down, hold it down for that H-Town
I'm a take the crown
Sippin Hen, don't fuck with Crown
But I'm a just drop this 4th of 9
And free my cousin that doin' time
I'm a pay the lawyer
But I hope he dyin'
Hold it down for a real nigga
Young Kirko, young trill nigga
(BANGZ)
[Hook]
Make Ya Famous lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
Whoa, these hoes selling pussy, I be selling dreams
These hoes want my loving, I want what's in between
These hoes chasing ballers, I been chasing green
That ho think I love her, shit ain't what it seems, whoa
She thinking she's special, bitch you just joined the team
I fucked once at the Hilton, and you so much a fiend
This chick must be crazy, cause she go acting lazy
My mind on making millions, she's talking about having a baby
See I'm just trying to kick it, and she just wants to lay up
She's thinking romantic, I'm thinking bout Kayla
I think I should call her, please come over naked
Dick might make you famous, I should make her pay me, whoa
[Hook:]
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
You're fucking with a star, this dick will make you famous
She's blowing up my phone, bitch I should make you pay me
[Verse 2:]
OK, I beat the pussy, leave it gooshy, after that she's straight to sleep
Say she came a couple times, this bitch should be paying me
On the counter, on the floor, hit that in my Louie sneaks
Dripping wet, soaking wet, she says she wants more of me
Power of the pussy, that ho says she's got me, I'm already tooken
Married to the money, that hoes there to push it
Called me said she's cooking, she just wants my goodies, whoa
And you wonder why they be falling, they can't stop from calling
Dick might make you famous, pay me my deposit
See I'm no normal nigga, bitch I'm worth a couple million
I dig this deep off in you, you switch up your religion, know what
[Hook]
Whoa, these hoes selling pussy, I be selling dreams
These hoes want my loving, I want what's in between
These hoes chasing ballers, I been chasing green
That ho think I love her, shit ain't what it seems, whoa
She thinking she's special, bitch you just joined the team
I fucked once at the Hilton, and you so much a fiend
This chick must be crazy, cause she go acting lazy
My mind on making millions, she's talking about having a baby
See I'm just trying to kick it, and she just wants to lay up
She's thinking romantic, I'm thinking bout Kayla
I think I should call her, please come over naked
Dick might make you famous, I should make her pay me, whoa
[Hook:]
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
This dick will make you famous, I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
I should make her pay me
You're fucking with a star, this dick will make you famous
She's blowing up my phone, bitch I should make you pay me
[Verse 2:]
OK, I beat the pussy, leave it gooshy, after that she's straight to sleep
Say she came a couple times, this bitch should be paying me
On the counter, on the floor, hit that in my Louie sneaks
Dripping wet, soaking wet, she says she wants more of me
Power of the pussy, that ho says she's got me, I'm already tooken
Married to the money, that hoes there to push it
Called me said she's cooking, she just wants my goodies, whoa
And you wonder why they be falling, they can't stop from calling
Dick might make you famous, pay me my deposit
See I'm no normal nigga, bitch I'm worth a couple million
I dig this deep off in you, you switch up your religion, know what
[Hook]
Don't Get Me Started lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. DJ Khaled)
[Intro:]
You don't want to get me started ho
You don't want to get me started ho
Ace Hood
We the best, YMCMB
[Hook: Ace Hood]
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that's just how I remain
Don't get me started, don't get me started
My nigga, my nigga don't get me started, don't get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it's sweet then try me
Don't get me started, don't get me started
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers
Clique full of niggas and killas
When they cut me I don't pay them
With the two them nigga eyes remember
I'm the same lil nigga from the block ho
And I drive still walk with the Glock on
I'm about that cream, guaplage on
Don't get me started up ho
I come to whip in the Phantom
Y'all niggas really can't stand it
Them hoes really be jocking
Diamonds that got them watching
Say Ace ain't getting' no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don't wanna get me started
You don't wanna see how I'm ballin'
Ok ok, what it look like?
Well that good thing got and it's good night
With a bad bitch, she's so thick
She rolling, I know this
And her neck gon' froze, better know that
Act up, I smell like a Kodak
And these niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas won't hold back
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Ok them pussy niggas be hating
Focus on what I'm making
Came through in tha Phantom
Them pussy niggas can't take it
Spit big bread on my chain
Still on stroke with your main
I'm rich nigga like yea nigga
They hoping I stay the same
They say I changed when I got fame
Bitch niggas, they complain
Flat black in that 2 door
Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne
I'm like damn hood what it be like?
Hold 'em down as your knee lights
New bitch like every day
Swear to God you won't see her twice
That purple that got me leaning
They don't wanna get me started
Come on this hook, no phonics
Introduce this shit and go retarded
Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing
Extended clips that's standing tall; two chain
[Hook]
You don't want to get me started ho
You don't want to get me started ho
Ace Hood
We the best, YMCMB
[Hook: Ace Hood]
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that's just how I remain
Don't get me started, don't get me started
My nigga, my nigga don't get me started, don't get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it's sweet then try me
Don't get me started, don't get me started
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers
Clique full of niggas and killas
When they cut me I don't pay them
With the two them nigga eyes remember
I'm the same lil nigga from the block ho
And I drive still walk with the Glock on
I'm about that cream, guaplage on
Don't get me started up ho
I come to whip in the Phantom
Y'all niggas really can't stand it
Them hoes really be jocking
Diamonds that got them watching
Say Ace ain't getting' no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don't wanna get me started
You don't wanna see how I'm ballin'
Ok ok, what it look like?
Well that good thing got and it's good night
With a bad bitch, she's so thick
She rolling, I know this
And her neck gon' froze, better know that
Act up, I smell like a Kodak
And these niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas won't hold back
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Ok them pussy niggas be hating
Focus on what I'm making
Came through in tha Phantom
Them pussy niggas can't take it
Spit big bread on my chain
Still on stroke with your main
I'm rich nigga like yea nigga
They hoping I stay the same
They say I changed when I got fame
Bitch niggas, they complain
Flat black in that 2 door
Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne
I'm like damn hood what it be like?
Hold 'em down as your knee lights
New bitch like every day
Swear to God you won't see her twice
That purple that got me leaning
They don't wanna get me started
Come on this hook, no phonics
Introduce this shit and go retarded
Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing
Extended clips that's standing tall; two chain
[Hook]
Geek'n lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Juicy J, Choo Choo)
[Hook x2: Ace Hood]
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK now, Jolly Rancher's and codeine
Purp' smoke for that protein
Bad bitch and her whole team
All the hoes on straight beans
That pussy speaking, and I talk back
Fuck once and never call back
Puerto Rican and a little black, gonna knock it out with my ball bat
I say home run and I'm going long, bouncing round with my Styrofoam
Hit my nigga one Choo Choo, he in the back room getting hella dome
I'm fucked up and I'm leaned out, white bitches on cocaine
Ripped up with these twin freaks, won't remember not one name
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm tripping, no reason
I sweat, seen Jesus
For real though, I seen him
This shit that, I'm sipping
Impairing, my speaching
I'm tripping, I'm wylin'
You people, are demons
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Fall in the club then I'm roll up my dope
V.I.P. filled up with bitches and smoke
Twenty years in and I'm still popping tags
Still sipping more with that hutch in my zag
White girls on molly with titties like Dolly
Face like [?] and Jameson body
Thirty five groupies we filming a movie
Animal House, John Belushi
Bands a make her dance, beans will make her fuck
Money in my pocket, screw in my cup
The bong done ripped till a nigga seen milk drop ash on silt blunts tall like Wilt
Shorty make me feel like we fucking on the pill
Blue eyes, dark hair, straight from Brazil
So acrobatic man, the bitch got skill
T.H.C., smoking on the kill
Yeah I had to get her, take her to the suite and hit her
Skeeted on her tongue, that's what a nigga call a baby sitter
Black and yellow diamonds on me, call it Pittsburgh Steelers
In the club with my niggas, and we throwing six figures
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Choo Choo]
Hey I'm geek'n, I'm on it
Had too much of that Henny'
The party don't stop here though, I got some more woman in me
Need more bottles, my session
Got pill heads, they reckless
V.I.P. like a porno, all these bitches getting naked
I'm like damn, they're bad, make a nigga wanna swing this wood
Can't go hard like [?], can't go on with a nigga out the hood
That pussy leaking, she hollering, feel better on this molly
Took it to the extreme, live from the kitchen like Yo Gotti
I'm two hours in it, switched up the drank, syrup leaning
[?] walked in on me I'm like whoa, bro you see this
Bro she squirting, I did that like I never did before
Hope she ready for more rounds, cause I just had poured some more, and I'm
[Hook]
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
The molly's, I'm rolling
The syrup, I'm leaning
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK now, Jolly Rancher's and codeine
Purp' smoke for that protein
Bad bitch and her whole team
All the hoes on straight beans
That pussy speaking, and I talk back
Fuck once and never call back
Puerto Rican and a little black, gonna knock it out with my ball bat
I say home run and I'm going long, bouncing round with my Styrofoam
Hit my nigga one Choo Choo, he in the back room getting hella dome
I'm fucked up and I'm leaned out, white bitches on cocaine
Ripped up with these twin freaks, won't remember not one name
I'm geek'n, I'm geek'n
I'm tripping, no reason
I sweat, seen Jesus
For real though, I seen him
This shit that, I'm sipping
Impairing, my speaching
I'm tripping, I'm wylin'
You people, are demons
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Fall in the club then I'm roll up my dope
V.I.P. filled up with bitches and smoke
Twenty years in and I'm still popping tags
Still sipping more with that hutch in my zag
White girls on molly with titties like Dolly
Face like [?] and Jameson body
Thirty five groupies we filming a movie
Animal House, John Belushi
Bands a make her dance, beans will make her fuck
Money in my pocket, screw in my cup
The bong done ripped till a nigga seen milk drop ash on silt blunts tall like Wilt
Shorty make me feel like we fucking on the pill
Blue eyes, dark hair, straight from Brazil
So acrobatic man, the bitch got skill
T.H.C., smoking on the kill
Yeah I had to get her, take her to the suite and hit her
Skeeted on her tongue, that's what a nigga call a baby sitter
Black and yellow diamonds on me, call it Pittsburgh Steelers
In the club with my niggas, and we throwing six figures
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Choo Choo]
Hey I'm geek'n, I'm on it
Had too much of that Henny'
The party don't stop here though, I got some more woman in me
Need more bottles, my session
Got pill heads, they reckless
V.I.P. like a porno, all these bitches getting naked
I'm like damn, they're bad, make a nigga wanna swing this wood
Can't go hard like [?], can't go on with a nigga out the hood
That pussy leaking, she hollering, feel better on this molly
Took it to the extreme, live from the kitchen like Yo Gotti
I'm two hours in it, switched up the drank, syrup leaning
[?] walked in on me I'm like whoa, bro you see this
Bro she squirting, I did that like I never did before
Hope she ready for more rounds, cause I just had poured some more, and I'm
[Hook]
6 Summers lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six bitches, six Hummers
Real niggas, all gunners
Six summers, six summers
Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
[Verse 1:]
Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin's rage a crib just for some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with that chopper close
Every seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four
Ten bitches, all fucking
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday
All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight
Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away
Then I lost my nigga [?] it took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never forget me
And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to God be with me
My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy
My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami
My sneakers [?], that red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags
Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah
[Hook]
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
Six bitches, six Hummers
Real niggas, all gunners
Six summers, six summers
Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama
Six summers, six summers
Got enough work to ball six summers
[Verse 1:]
Young nigga, most wanted
Want him dead, twelve hundred
My youngin's rage a crib just for some lawyer fees
Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
Counting all this money with that chopper close
Every seen a million on your kitchen floor?
Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope
Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four
Ten bitches, all fucking
Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds
Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James
Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday
All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight
Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away
Then I lost my nigga [?] it took my heart away
That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches
That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never forget me
And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to God be with me
My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy
My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami
My sneakers [?], that red under my sneaks
No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags
Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah
[Hook]
Lottery lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Nigga's hating on me like I just hit the lottery
Getting real money, all them hustler's say they proud of me
Bitches all on me like I just hit the lottery
Heard you niggas pocket watching, I don't know probably
Insane money like I just hit the lottery
Fifty grand on me like I just hit the lottery
Twenty bottles on the way, mother fuck a bottle fee
The way I'm blowing money you would think I won the lottery
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now, mother fuck these niggas, mother fuck these bitches
I'm clenching on my nuts, that purp' smoke in my swisher
Don't chase nothing with my liquor, hold sixteen in my pistol
I'm getting money they know it, bout thirty grand what I'm holding
This young nigga here balling, you Pee Wee and I'm Spawling
You Jeremy Lin and I'm Jordan, you ice cold and I'm scalding
Got a [?] ghost no rent, that bitch cost me a grip
Like a lot of ass in them hips, and an ass sitting on blam
It look like I won the lottery, shitting on them no apologies
Wipe my ass with your economy, cause I burn money no calories
Same lame niggas keep hating, new money my fragrance
Red bone from Asia, ass sitting bodacious, huh
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kevin Cossom]
Yeah, got the granite counter tops with the marble floors
Getting money Lionel Richie, no comedores
So what? I fucked your bitch, but what you calling for
Small thing to a giant, call me dinosaur
Them hating niggas making sour, I make lemonade
Buy expensive things, even my linen paid
She bring her freaky friends over, let me penetrate
Pop a pill, fuck them while they rolling then escape
Fuck, but a nigga's just trying to get paid
Her [?] that's my taste, half a mill for the crib I'll stay
Damn a nigga balling like I'm in a league, on some bullshit call me Scotty P
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, I'm riding around and I'm getting it, couple grand in my Dickie's
Pocket full of them hundreds, with a fat bag of that sticky
Got a yellow bitch in them Vicky's, and she gotta be thinking I'm so picky
If she fucking with me she winning, that pussy good and I'm spending
Got big money I blow it, oh look mama it's snowing
Them whips they driving is foreign, blew a quarter mill cause it's boring
Got blood under my sneakers, it's ten K for my feature
Your bitch in love with my features, If I like your chick I might keep her
It look like I hit the lottery, neck worth about a quarter key
Next trip I'm going over seas, name another nigga hot as me
[Hook]
Nigga's hating on me like I just hit the lottery
Getting real money, all them hustler's say they proud of me
Bitches all on me like I just hit the lottery
Heard you niggas pocket watching, I don't know probably
Insane money like I just hit the lottery
Fifty grand on me like I just hit the lottery
Twenty bottles on the way, mother fuck a bottle fee
The way I'm blowing money you would think I won the lottery
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now, mother fuck these niggas, mother fuck these bitches
I'm clenching on my nuts, that purp' smoke in my swisher
Don't chase nothing with my liquor, hold sixteen in my pistol
I'm getting money they know it, bout thirty grand what I'm holding
This young nigga here balling, you Pee Wee and I'm Spawling
You Jeremy Lin and I'm Jordan, you ice cold and I'm scalding
Got a [?] ghost no rent, that bitch cost me a grip
Like a lot of ass in them hips, and an ass sitting on blam
It look like I won the lottery, shitting on them no apologies
Wipe my ass with your economy, cause I burn money no calories
Same lame niggas keep hating, new money my fragrance
Red bone from Asia, ass sitting bodacious, huh
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kevin Cossom]
Yeah, got the granite counter tops with the marble floors
Getting money Lionel Richie, no comedores
So what? I fucked your bitch, but what you calling for
Small thing to a giant, call me dinosaur
Them hating niggas making sour, I make lemonade
Buy expensive things, even my linen paid
She bring her freaky friends over, let me penetrate
Pop a pill, fuck them while they rolling then escape
Fuck, but a nigga's just trying to get paid
Her [?] that's my taste, half a mill for the crib I'll stay
Damn a nigga balling like I'm in a league, on some bullshit call me Scotty P
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Ok, I'm riding around and I'm getting it, couple grand in my Dickie's
Pocket full of them hundreds, with a fat bag of that sticky
Got a yellow bitch in them Vicky's, and she gotta be thinking I'm so picky
If she fucking with me she winning, that pussy good and I'm spending
Got big money I blow it, oh look mama it's snowing
Them whips they driving is foreign, blew a quarter mill cause it's boring
Got blood under my sneakers, it's ten K for my feature
Your bitch in love with my features, If I like your chick I might keep her
It look like I hit the lottery, neck worth about a quarter key
Next trip I'm going over seas, name another nigga hot as me
[Hook]
Flex lyrics - Ace Hood
Day in day out, nigga we countin' money
It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for
Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks
Ok I'm tryna have a six, just bring me my chick
I'm counting through the money just make sure that it's correct
Try and short me on some paper, I hope you brought you a vest
Keep my 9 when I slide, that's one thing I won't forget
Got my 20 men to spare, I use the chick just for her neck
Catch shit all and you better not spit
Better not bite, baby girl, you lick
On another time better make this quick
Shawty that mean when she suckin' that dick
Tell 'er slow down and she might catch a fit
Sippin' on some white while she goggle that shit
Back to the money like I never left that
See me and a friend I never did make that
Keep a hundred grand in a black Lou bag
Blacks on fire right up underneath that
Got a couple bad bitches, let 'er see bag
20-4 show, nigga run to the lap
Blow a couple bands and I run that back
Fuck a nigga man nigga straight like that
It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for
Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks
Ok now Rosay pop that open
Pockets stay all swollen
Walkin' with that black out, ain't no tellin' what I'm holdin'
Got ermines on my waist line
Phantom in the day time
Catch me out at night, I'm in that drop and the top gon lay down
See your bad bitch I'm like Kate hey now
Big money make a bad bitch stay 'round
Real money don't belong in the playground
Real niggas that's who I be 'round
Nigga all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Got a bad lil mama wanna fuck
I show my dawg the text
And the Rollie on my wrist
Hundred on my neck
You can call me crazy but you can't call me collect
Cause I do this as a hobby
I'm paid no instant probly
I'm a shit like a nigga done party
White girls and they all on mollies
It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for
Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks
It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for
Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks
Ok I'm tryna have a six, just bring me my chick
I'm counting through the money just make sure that it's correct
Try and short me on some paper, I hope you brought you a vest
Keep my 9 when I slide, that's one thing I won't forget
Got my 20 men to spare, I use the chick just for her neck
Catch shit all and you better not spit
Better not bite, baby girl, you lick
On another time better make this quick
Shawty that mean when she suckin' that dick
Tell 'er slow down and she might catch a fit
Sippin' on some white while she goggle that shit
Back to the money like I never left that
See me and a friend I never did make that
Keep a hundred grand in a black Lou bag
Blacks on fire right up underneath that
Got a couple bad bitches, let 'er see bag
20-4 show, nigga run to the lap
Blow a couple bands and I run that back
Fuck a nigga man nigga straight like that
It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for
Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks
Ok now Rosay pop that open
Pockets stay all swollen
Walkin' with that black out, ain't no tellin' what I'm holdin'
Got ermines on my waist line
Phantom in the day time
Catch me out at night, I'm in that drop and the top gon lay down
See your bad bitch I'm like Kate hey now
Big money make a bad bitch stay 'round
Real money don't belong in the playground
Real niggas that's who I be 'round
Nigga all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Got a bad lil mama wanna fuck
I show my dawg the text
And the Rollie on my wrist
Hundred on my neck
You can call me crazy but you can't call me collect
Cause I do this as a hobby
I'm paid no instant probly
I'm a shit like a nigga done party
White girls and they all on mollies
It's the same old same old but it's in full
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for
Cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex
Aye cause all I do is flex, all I do is flex
Them niggas they be hatin' cause I'm runnin' through them chicks
On My Momma lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
I swear to God I'll never be a fuck nigga
Fuck niggas not to quick to fucks with us
Chopper stretch a muscle like a body builder
Hood say he ratting like a Stewart Little, snitch
Find his little homies in the sewer with him
Fool he think he tough, I got a crew of killers
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
These niggas talk tough, gon' get it
Glock will knock off your snap back fitted
Hell yeah, my niggas turned up with it
Hopping out of that four door tinted
Fly nigga like sky miles
Gold chain and my locks down
On my momma, them killers with me
They just loving that gun sound
Fuck room with them, man she's crazy
No matter what, it's fuck you niggas pay me
My Rollie' cost a brick, I swear to God fool
Got so many cars, it's like a drive through
[Hook:]
Everyday I gotta hustle bitch, that's on my momma
I gotta keep it G, nothing less than one hundred
My Rolex super flooded, put that on my dog
If she with me, she gon' fuck and suck and all
That's on my momma, that's on my momma
I'm stunting, I'm balling, bitch that's on my momma
This pistol, I keep it, that's on my momma
My niggas, we bout it, that's on my momma
[Verse 2:]
White on white the tray, I call that bitch Madonna
Chevy sits so high, I'm talking marijuana
Counting up a million, damn near caught a boner
Lambo' coming soon, it's like it's Oklahoma
Fuck that I won't spare you nigga, fuck that I won't spare you hoes
Hell yeah I been getting that money, hell nah I won't sell my soul
Put the word on my momma, I never snitched to your honor
My chopper's name is Obama, he bring change when there's drama
I stay hood and I've been that, bad bitch I might tip that
Thief with me I click clack, purple lean I'm gon' sip that
On my momma my click ride, on my momma my niggas ball
In the club bout twenty bottles, hating niggas get pissed off
[Hook]
I swear to God I'll never be a fuck nigga
Fuck niggas not to quick to fucks with us
Chopper stretch a muscle like a body builder
Hood say he ratting like a Stewart Little, snitch
Find his little homies in the sewer with him
Fool he think he tough, I got a crew of killers
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
These niggas talk tough, gon' get it
Glock will knock off your snap back fitted
Hell yeah, my niggas turned up with it
Hopping out of that four door tinted
Fly nigga like sky miles
Gold chain and my locks down
On my momma, them killers with me
They just loving that gun sound
Fuck room with them, man she's crazy
No matter what, it's fuck you niggas pay me
My Rollie' cost a brick, I swear to God fool
Got so many cars, it's like a drive through
[Hook:]
Everyday I gotta hustle bitch, that's on my momma
I gotta keep it G, nothing less than one hundred
My Rolex super flooded, put that on my dog
If she with me, she gon' fuck and suck and all
That's on my momma, that's on my momma
I'm stunting, I'm balling, bitch that's on my momma
This pistol, I keep it, that's on my momma
My niggas, we bout it, that's on my momma
[Verse 2:]
White on white the tray, I call that bitch Madonna
Chevy sits so high, I'm talking marijuana
Counting up a million, damn near caught a boner
Lambo' coming soon, it's like it's Oklahoma
Fuck that I won't spare you nigga, fuck that I won't spare you hoes
Hell yeah I been getting that money, hell nah I won't sell my soul
Put the word on my momma, I never snitched to your honor
My chopper's name is Obama, he bring change when there's drama
I stay hood and I've been that, bad bitch I might tip that
Thief with me I click clack, purple lean I'm gon' sip that
On my momma my click ride, on my momma my niggas ball
In the club bout twenty bottles, hating niggas get pissed off
[Hook]
Yeen Bout Dat Life lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral
[Hook:]
Yeen' about that life
That murder murder shit, but yeen' about that life
You just all talk, you just all hype
Claim you be with killers, heard it's all lies
Yeen' about that life
Pussy nigga what you saying, yeen' about that life
I tell them catch me when you can, yeen' about that life
Yeen' about that life, yeen' about that life
[Verse 1:]
I'm talking crack your melons, rebels on some felon shit
Talking dirty burners, fuck the judge I'm thugging bitch
Money, money, money, money, all I'm working with
Tried to rob me, there goes shotty', that's what buddy get
Bow, bow, Waka Flocka ab lib
If my bitch get to the head, call her Advil, yeah
Yeah, better know who you fucking with, yeah
Yeah, better know trips is for fucking kids
Holy moly dog, what that Rollie' cost
That's bout eighty racks, could of put it down on a Maybach
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Bad bitches switching, that's like every night
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ok now, word on my mama, nigga try me he gon' die tonight
Handle you and maybe out of sight before them siren lights
Murder only mind state, show up at your mom's place
Yeen' about that life, bodies found on your landscape
Niggas want problems, get served like a warrant
Looking for me bitch, I'm whipping a foreign
Drop with that clip and I'm ready for war
Niggas is bitches and most of them flaw
Talking that shit that they not really bout'
Loving they hoes, they be digging their mouth
Bringing them in, kicking them out
Dicking them down, that's what I'm bout'
Hate when niggas be talking talk, that's until the chopper bust
That's until the suits are black, bless your soul in God we trust
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Niggas threaten mine, he might see the light
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral
[Hook:]
Yeen' about that life
That murder murder shit, but yeen' about that life
You just all talk, you just all hype
Claim you be with killers, heard it's all lies
Yeen' about that life
Pussy nigga what you saying, yeen' about that life
I tell them catch me when you can, yeen' about that life
Yeen' about that life, yeen' about that life
[Verse 1:]
I'm talking crack your melons, rebels on some felon shit
Talking dirty burners, fuck the judge I'm thugging bitch
Money, money, money, money, all I'm working with
Tried to rob me, there goes shotty', that's what buddy get
Bow, bow, Waka Flocka ab lib
If my bitch get to the head, call her Advil, yeah
Yeah, better know who you fucking with, yeah
Yeah, better know trips is for fucking kids
Holy moly dog, what that Rollie' cost
That's bout eighty racks, could of put it down on a Maybach
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Bad bitches switching, that's like every night
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ok now, word on my mama, nigga try me he gon' die tonight
Handle you and maybe out of sight before them siren lights
Murder only mind state, show up at your mom's place
Yeen' about that life, bodies found on your landscape
Niggas want problems, get served like a warrant
Looking for me bitch, I'm whipping a foreign
Drop with that clip and I'm ready for war
Niggas is bitches and most of them flaw
Talking that shit that they not really bout'
Loving they hoes, they be digging their mouth
Bringing them in, kicking them out
Dicking them down, that's what I'm bout'
Hate when niggas be talking talk, that's until the chopper bust
That's until the suits are black, bless your soul in God we trust
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Niggas threaten mine, he might see the light
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral
Roseries lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
Neck full of rosaries, people say that I'm superstitious
Cripping all on my Jesus piece, chopper sleeping right next to me
Pray to god my soul to keep, keep my home boys out the streets
Keep my bad hoes on a leash,
When I die, bury me
With a neck full of rosaries
With a neck full of rosaries
Pray to god my soul to keep keep my home boys out the streets
Keep my bad hoes on a leash, when I die, bury me
With a neck full of rosaries
With a neck full of rosaries
Going down nothing less then G, do this shit for my family
Shining hard like I'm supposed to be, bury me in my rosaries
[Verse 1]
OK, G code in my bloodline, free my niggas who doing time
Glock hold about sixteen, gun dirty but my dick clean
Lost my dog when I was seventeen, knuckle head he sold dope to fiends
Swear to god that shit hurt me dog, swear to god I went AWOL
And you wonder why I keep my fire tucked, believe in god but don't pray enough
Jesus piece all flooded up, just talked to mom she said she prays for us
If I die tonight, tell my bitch to keep her pussy tight
Tell my niggas they're my niggas till the end
Yeah nigga that's for life
Keep my homies out the street life, then again you gotta eat right
Money low with your pockets tight, kinda hard trying to sleep at night
Paranoid by them flashing lights, knowing fuck niggas want your life
Pussy nigga I ain't the type, real niggas gon' feel me right
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everyday a nigga trying to get rich
Everyday a nigga fuck a new bitch
What it is in that brand new whip
New watch with a brand new clip
Every day I'm gonna do it for my daughter
Penthouse by the boats and the water
Baby mama still tripping regardless
You fuck niggas still talking out of order
Then I grab that thing, and then I click clack
No killer but don't get a nigga on that
Scared of who I'm gonna see in the city with my top back
Yeah I know you pussy niggas really hate that
And I'm still with my niggas
Bad bitch comes fuck with a nigga
Bitch I'm on TV, but I still know killers
If I die tonight, tell my bitch to keep her pussy tight
Tell my niggas they my niggas till the end
Yeah nigga that's for life
Keep my homies out the street life, then again you gotta eat right
Money low with your pockets tight, real niggas gon' feel me right
[Hook]
Neck full of rosaries, people say that I'm superstitious
Cripping all on my Jesus piece, chopper sleeping right next to me
Pray to god my soul to keep, keep my home boys out the streets
Keep my bad hoes on a leash,
When I die, bury me
With a neck full of rosaries
With a neck full of rosaries
Pray to god my soul to keep keep my home boys out the streets
Keep my bad hoes on a leash, when I die, bury me
With a neck full of rosaries
With a neck full of rosaries
Going down nothing less then G, do this shit for my family
Shining hard like I'm supposed to be, bury me in my rosaries
[Verse 1]
OK, G code in my bloodline, free my niggas who doing time
Glock hold about sixteen, gun dirty but my dick clean
Lost my dog when I was seventeen, knuckle head he sold dope to fiends
Swear to god that shit hurt me dog, swear to god I went AWOL
And you wonder why I keep my fire tucked, believe in god but don't pray enough
Jesus piece all flooded up, just talked to mom she said she prays for us
If I die tonight, tell my bitch to keep her pussy tight
Tell my niggas they're my niggas till the end
Yeah nigga that's for life
Keep my homies out the street life, then again you gotta eat right
Money low with your pockets tight, kinda hard trying to sleep at night
Paranoid by them flashing lights, knowing fuck niggas want your life
Pussy nigga I ain't the type, real niggas gon' feel me right
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everyday a nigga trying to get rich
Everyday a nigga fuck a new bitch
What it is in that brand new whip
New watch with a brand new clip
Every day I'm gonna do it for my daughter
Penthouse by the boats and the water
Baby mama still tripping regardless
You fuck niggas still talking out of order
Then I grab that thing, and then I click clack
No killer but don't get a nigga on that
Scared of who I'm gonna see in the city with my top back
Yeah I know you pussy niggas really hate that
And I'm still with my niggas
Bad bitch comes fuck with a nigga
Bitch I'm on TV, but I still know killers
If I die tonight, tell my bitch to keep her pussy tight
Tell my niggas they my niggas till the end
Yeah nigga that's for life
Keep my homies out the street life, then again you gotta eat right
Money low with your pockets tight, real niggas gon' feel me right
[Hook]
B.L.A.B. (Ballin Like A Bitch) lyrics - Ace Hood
Bitch I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’
Ace Hood
Bitch I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’
Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease
What is in for? Fuck what that pussy cost,
I'll blow bout 20 Benjamins just to piss em off
Bitch I am here to set it off, I'm here to set if off
You used to be the man homie, now you falling off
You niggas bought a ball, I bought a club hour
My condo. on the beach, call it my club house,
L.M.A.O. what the fuck they hatin for?
Stayin some sneakers that won't drop until the money sold
Everytime I ride I keep my 9 I'm talkin romo
Niggas runnin they mouth I get to snappin like a photo
You fallin low with all these bitches that's a no no
You pillow talking with these hoes youse a homo
Stick to the cheat code, I remain in beast mode
See me throwing money like I’m working on my free throw
If I'm spending money she officially my freak
And I keep them thangs they go wherever that we go
Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease
Bitch I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
We in this mothafucka young, niggas gettin riiich
Okay now hello there America, swagga will embarrass ya
Catch me in Versace it go well with my character
It's in my genetics to be fly on the amateurs
Balling like a biiitch so disgusting how I'm pulling up
Riding in that Phantom Ghost, Yellow bong camel toe
Jury on tropical call it Michael Angelo
All black shawty get to singing Barry Manilow
Fuckin rep my money long that's that nigga in the door
Three cars bigger crib couple mill. I'm 24
Livin fast semiflow competition send me more
Just to piss them haters off I might go buy a fuckin boat
Money stuck on overload cars I imported those
Women got a lot of them I switch them like my Under clothes
I just did a new deal now and I got a new bitch
They stealing my old flows but I'm on some new shiiit
Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease
Bitch I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
We in this mothafucka young, niggas gettin riiich
Ace Hood
Bitch I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’
Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease
What is in for? Fuck what that pussy cost,
I'll blow bout 20 Benjamins just to piss em off
Bitch I am here to set it off, I'm here to set if off
You used to be the man homie, now you falling off
You niggas bought a ball, I bought a club hour
My condo. on the beach, call it my club house,
L.M.A.O. what the fuck they hatin for?
Stayin some sneakers that won't drop until the money sold
Everytime I ride I keep my 9 I'm talkin romo
Niggas runnin they mouth I get to snappin like a photo
You fallin low with all these bitches that's a no no
You pillow talking with these hoes youse a homo
Stick to the cheat code, I remain in beast mode
See me throwing money like I’m working on my free throw
If I'm spending money she officially my freak
And I keep them thangs they go wherever that we go
Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease
Bitch I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
We in this mothafucka young, niggas gettin riiich
Okay now hello there America, swagga will embarrass ya
Catch me in Versace it go well with my character
It's in my genetics to be fly on the amateurs
Balling like a biiitch so disgusting how I'm pulling up
Riding in that Phantom Ghost, Yellow bong camel toe
Jury on tropical call it Michael Angelo
All black shawty get to singing Barry Manilow
Fuckin rep my money long that's that nigga in the door
Three cars bigger crib couple mill. I'm 24
Livin fast semiflow competition send me more
Just to piss them haters off I might go buy a fuckin boat
Money stuck on overload cars I imported those
Women got a lot of them I switch them like my Under clothes
I just did a new deal now and I got a new bitch
They stealing my old flows but I'm on some new shiiit
Aye, ever since I can remember I've been ballin like a biiitch,
Private plane champagne bitches gettin sweeet
Ever since that money came
They've been on the diick,
Some fine supermodels always end up on my lease
Bitch I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
Yea I'm ballin, ballin, ballin like a biiitch
We in this mothafucka young, niggas gettin riiich
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