Art Of Deception lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
Yea, Ace Hood
Feel me?
What?
Damn
People

[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history

[Verse 1:]
Look in the mirror I can see your shame
Know you're hurt but I don't know your name
See you smile just to cover pain
While you patiently waitin for change
Tears runnin like a faucet
Hear the whispers as they gossip
Pretty girl with a cold heart
Life is like a script, she just playin the part
Love found in the wrong place
Self-esteem at it's lowest rate
Mama gone, fuck her whereabouts
Plenty sold dreams, men in and out
Ain't seen her dad like in 7 years
So she usin drugs just to try an heal
If I fuck you would you promise to stay?
She don't know no other way
Bad bitches in my living room
Mind thinkin I'm a get it soon
Thinkin all the ways I'm a get that
Long legs, I'm a have em pinned back
Pretty as a summer day
And cold as a winter night
I pray that every soul gets to shine bright
Lord knows when the time right

[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history

[Verse 2:]
Mama told me
Hard head make a soft ass
Dollar bills make a pole dance
She ain't interested in any romance
Better come and get with the program
How was life when yo daddy gone
Only daughter, she bein led on
How the character know she dead wrong
Facin karma, it's comin head on
She think she grown, only 17
Whole world that she never seen
Many men have travelled in-between
Said he love her then flip it like it's a trampoline
Cold world, keep your sweater close
Doin 40 in the Phantom Ghost
Keep the ones who you love close
Not assuming but you just never know

[Hook:]
Everything that shines ain't a diamond
Tomorrow is a gift that ain't promised
Nobody's perfect, we all need alignments
And things are understood more with timing
If I die would you miss me?
If I fall would you lift me?
I swear life is such a mystery
I'm livin to become a part of history

I'm livin to become a part of history

Motive lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Uhh!, wait 'til I get my money right
Bet'cha then, she'll fuck me right
Bet'cha then she'll fuck me long
Do anything jus so she'll be on!
That lean in my cup and I'm blowing on loud
Today is the 4th and she coming in town
Remembering back when a nigga was down
It's funny how money could turn 'em around
Women that is highly sophisticated
Bottoms are red and their lips are painted
Pay for that body they waist deflated
Ass is fat and them hoes will hate it
Bag is Gucci, Louie and Berkin
Body amazing, dress fit perfect,
Beautiful girl, but is it worth it?
Is it my fame? Tell me your purpose
Fucking me good, just for them purses
Just for them cars, in love with the splurgin'
Guess I'm a man who livin' and learnin', boy
I promise her pussy can get her the world
To get what she want and she suddenly plays an innocent girl

[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Girl I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
The motive, the motive
My motive is your honey
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together
But it won't last forever
Ooh the motive, I want a motive

[Bridge]
She do it for status, put the brain on hold
Her body have talent, she gave up her soul
(She gave up her soul), she gave up her soul
(Straight to the top, she gon' climb that pole)
Show her for the life, show her for the lights
Say you make a deal, it's all for the night
What's your motive? (What's your motive?)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Wait 'till I get my money right
Bet'cha then, she'll fuck tonight
Temptation running as high as ever
I'm trying to see what that pussy like
I'm still in my section, she's tearing me down
Wondering how she can draw my attention to bring her around
She loves the life, admire the ice, my diamond's bright
Watching her body, that dress that she rocking is fitting her tight
Lord, she could be somebody's wife
But everything that shines ain't a diamond right?

[Hook]

Ball 4 Eva lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook]
Family that's oft together
Hustle together, got rich together
Wish you ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.

[Verse 1]
From the bottom to the top I came so far so I neva stop
Product in my block what a Glock in the..whip em locks,
Round in the Maybach and we way back how we're looking for far
How the fuck I'm getting this, diamonds call for couple bricks,
Pick the rollie on my wrist, I understand why niggas pissed
Got no time for niggas hatin', I just make some reservation,
When they come down to my niggas ain't no sense of hesitation, no
Champagne sipping every night is moving scripting
Hope up in that coop you know that bitch si go to missin
Too much liquor, bad decisions, we're just living like fuck tomorrow,
Hit the club and buy it out, like fuck the bar,
See them pretty fancy cars, better know what's us.
And my niggas do the same thing,
I give em a job and they give minds to same way,
I pray that we ball forever, we all on the same page,
Look, how far we came

[Hook]
Started all broke, penny in my pocket,
Tryin to live a dream, accumulate the profit
Now we're getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva

[Verse 2]
I'm ballin my religion, piston my super vision
Flood in Jesus pieces, sorry I'm superstitious,
We them niggas who dreamt it, foreign what's neva rented,
Chop it come extended, for pussy niggas pretended,
All these niggas we love and then hate
Government ain't when I walk int he bank,
Ballin bitch Lebrain in the paint
Still I ride what half a tank
Most these niggas claiming they real,
And when them hard nights and then feel,
Meeting my dog got jam, hear what a couple niggas for sale,
Now I'm riding off in that astin, kick a whip in that Porsche,
India off in that BMW, your next move is that Forbes,
Young niggas, young niggas, fuck boys can't run with us
Talk toys, you dumb boy, that Glock kick like it 4 real us,
Ain't two shows in one day, see reclimb no PJ,
Take a look in my niggas face, oh Lord how far we came,
Went from struggle and from finer things,
Now is platinum things and start it off.

[Hook]
Started all broke, penny in my pocket,
Tryin to live a dream, accumulate the profit
Now we're getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva

[Hook]
Money and the power, get it by any means,
Real niggas do whip things,
I say you're counting all this paper
Bitch we're living the dream,
Real niggas do real things,
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva.

Just A Sample (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
1 am in the morning,
I only know bass in my headphones no nothing
Just give me the sample,
There we go
I'm talkin bout bitches too,
I love you all baby
Oh we just batter up

[Verse:]
Ah, it's just me and the sample, I wrote this in pajamas
I wrote this while I'm fucking, think her name is Jenna
People sleepin on me, fuck you where your standards?
Oral head for breakfast, my little bitch perfected
Get that with no protection, I shoot, she intercept it
See sex is our connection, no love is currently present
Just play my corner back, I leave her coming back
Like Dion in the game, I'm bringing my quarterback
Grab a condo nigga, I'm worth them 7 figures
So kick o key to pistol and be true with your sister
She says she love the crew, put 4 G's on the coupe
Hurricane Sandy, the rollie flooded too
See it's just me and the sample, no 808 survive
But still I hope on the beat and I murder that bitch, I'm beasting dog
Flow as hell on earth, RIP to y'all
You know I murder shit, yellow tape involved
That's a true story, crib 2 stars,
Know some old homies still drinking 40's,
Hustlin every morning on that same corner,
Money the root of evil, turning some to informants, damn

[Outro:]
Life is such a bitch, all my hoes are thick
All my whips are on, haters suck a dick
Shout out to the sample, shout out to them dancers
Shout out to them exes and this nigga answer
I be hella styling, foreigns with no mileage
Samples on refreshin, pistol in my possesion
Take your bitch and keep er, call that repossesion
I'm a pour more Siroc, be back in a second

This N That lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)

[Intro]
(It could be a better world)
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)
If it wasn’t for this it wouldn’t be that
You heard?
Montana

[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Yeah – I remember nights on those porches,
I’m dreamin’ Porsches and Benzes
Drinkin’ Hennessey plottin’ on other ways I could win
Back in the day I was troubled when knickerbockers was in
Mama off in the kitchen cookin’ my favourite again
Had my sights on a million, most my niggas was dealin’
Stashin’ that work in them Civics, runnin’ that board like the inning
Hoppin’ up in that new Chevy, that bitch was too pussy tinted
Heard them jack boys are lurkin’, bet I’ll be one of the victims
A cold world, a cold world
Tryin’ to make a dollar for my daughter and my ol’ girl
Gotta make a way, I’m chasin’ paper, Maybach chauffeur
If you don’t grind then you don’t shine, nigga, that’s word
Eh, that’s word – I say “hey young world, how you doin’ today?”
“You ever ran out of answers, all you could do is pray?”
She told me “baby, you’ll recover” what my granny would say
Don’t got no grudge with my daddy, a millionaire to this day
I taught myself how to be a man, ain’t no father to thank
I felt that nigga should be around just to show me the way
Just know he wasn’t, I was out here thuggin’,
Lookin’ at them dope boys stuntin’, fours on them Cutlass,
Pockets full of them hundreds, bitches love it, low-key in buckets
No kind of budget, screamin’ “fuck it” when you came from nothin’
Came from nothin’, word…
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)

[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay I hustle, it’s off the muscle, this shit my religion
Youngin focused, I’m on it, and I wanted to seize every figure
Had to make our way out the struggle and sacrifice with decisions
Ridin’ low in the Taurus, I always prayed for the Bentley
Had a whole other mission, to get rich on you bitches
Tired of goin’ to the bank and they say my funds insufficient
Only one thing to do, I had to go out and get it
Always wanted to ball, I had to play my position
And I did just that, put on my city in fact
I kept a mil’ in my safe, and plus there’s 12 in the gat
200k for the whip, you see the 30-day tag?
I’m on a boat with some bitches, I give a fuck if you mad
We livin’ – straight out the gutter to makin’ millions
And I did it with real niggas
(If it wasn’t for this)
(And wasn’t for that)

[Hook: French Montana]
Bad bitches, top down
Foreign cars, poppin’ bottles
And niggas broker than my pride
We givin’ niggas what they want
Dirty money we’ll be spendin’
Came from the bottom, now all my niggas winnin’
Pull up in that drop, niggas get offended
Hundred on the watch, I’m shinin’ every minute

Trailer lyrics - Ace Hood

Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess what that money taught, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas is riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up early this morning, thanked the lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for [?], that's my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the week, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm over sea's, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We The Best on the front
I'm going main, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flow and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, ymmm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that [?]
Oh I mean [?]
It's money over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the back number nine J's
I be balling, small thing know what I mean?
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through your chest to show you shit is real

Dec 31st lyrics - Ace Hood

[Dj Khaled Talking intro for 1:21]

Take a look into my eyes
And just tell me what you see
Tell me do you you see the beast
They wanna let me off the leash
Way too many of them niggas sleep
I spit fire third degree
Pussy niggas don't wanna believe
On my momma they gon see
Got the hottest flow, and I'm honest though
Fuck witha nigga be modest for
My concsious know I'm kinda dope
Somebody let them bloggers know
They don't wanna let this problem in
Every year is my time again
Underrated they contemplating
I'm top 5 in they conversations
They heard the people been hating on me
Oh well nigga, whats new?
Still riding in a maybach
And they face mad when I came through
These niggas hate that I made it
Gotta make a way for my baby
My momma crying in that other room
And them tears were falling, I hate it
Next day I made me some change
Man up nigga no complaining
Daddy left my younger stages
Ain't no choice I had to make it
Will not quit, and I will repent
And I won't consent, with a nigga who snitch
Coupe no top it don't make no sense
Like a nigga who broke it don't make no cents
Just stay friends in a whip no tint
And that rolex glist oh boy they pissed
Yall fuck boys do make me sick
Your bitch blow me, C4, tick tick!
And I got this shit, Khaled I got em
He going to war, standing beside em
You gon need army! You gon need navy!
You gon need soliders! Maybe OBAMA!
It's that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T
None of you niggas don't matter to me
Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat
Feed me rappers, bon appeite!
Niggas be trippin, them choppers will speak
Came for the war, no longer the peace
Time for the blind and be able to see
None of these niggas is ain't nothing like me
24 years ain't get no sleep
26 inches on my jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet
Know the day that they let me free, Yall in trouble O-M-G!
Please oh please nigga pray for me!
Killing this shit boy, RIP!
I'm back with a B and a mac on me
In the back of the jeep yall looking for me!
Capital A! Capital C! Capital E!
H-double O, D
Free my niggas till they all get free!
Rep my city, gotta rep my team!
Broward county President
Thats that shit that I represent!
Quarter mill for that whip I'm in
Pussy boys I never mind they diss
80 thousand thats on my wrist
Take your chick and I make that bitch
Hit the dick, then take a flick
Send that shit, you'll have a fit
L-O-L I'm outta state
Young nigga tryna get filthy rich
I'm outchea, better bring your voucher
Better call your counsler, shit get real
Wanna think I'm coward? Oh I ain't bout it
Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma
Heard it got em, never want that drama!
Never want that drama ohhh Lord!
I pray the world don't end in January
December 31st I made obituaries!
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery!!

Starvation...
Starvation...
God Bless this proud Nation... Two

[Outro]
[Obama Speech]

"If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but tonight, tonight, is your answer!"

mixtape: "Body Bag Vol. 2" (2012)

• Gutta Back lyrics - Ace Hood
• Wanna Beez lyrics - Ace Hood
• Leggo lyrics - Ace Hood
• Let It Go lyrics - Ace Hood
• Double Cup lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Bun B, Kirko Bangz)
• Make Ya Famous lyrics - Ace Hood
• Don't Get Me Started lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. DJ Khaled)
• Geek'n lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Juicy J, Choo Choo)
• 6 Summers lyrics - Ace Hood
• Lottery lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
• Flex lyrics - Ace Hood
• On My Momma lyrics - Ace Hood
• Yeen Bout Dat Life lyrics - Ace Hood
• Roseries lyrics - Ace Hood
• B.L.A.B. (Ballin Like A Bitch) lyrics - Ace Hood

Gutta Back lyrics - Ace Hood

[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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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

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]

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

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]

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

mixtape: "Starvation" (2012)

• A Hustler's Prayer lyrics - Ace Hood
• Reminiscing lyrics - Ace Hood
• Piss Em Off lyrics - Ace Hood
• I kno lyrics - Ace Hood
• We On lyrics - Ace Hood
• I'm F%#k'd Up lyrics - Ace Hood
• Do It lyrics - Ace Hood
• 2-12-12 (Thoughts) lyrics - Ace Hood
• My Life lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Dane Cash)
• Promises lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
• Slow Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
• Different People lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Game)
• I Solemnly Swear lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Ice Berg)
• Nothing To Something lyrics - Ace Hood
• Hallucinations lyrics - Ace Hood

A Hustler's Prayer lyrics - Ace Hood

I rebuke the devil away from me
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Pray for me mama
Live, Starvation

If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Man I’m sick and tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dog and I felt like this the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter, felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on my mind feel for the hand, I’m just gonna slow sip
Cuz I’m way to stressed and again I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see a man with no fear
Oh lord, oh lord this world is hell although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my vibe. Oh why? Oh why must I just keep on sinnin’?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake, now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s, getting life in prison
I’m tryna tell you man
Watch the ones who you hang around
The enemy approaching any second now

If I should die before I wake
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Woke up early in the morning, said I gotta get it
Loadin’ up my pistol, I just pray that all my sins forgiven
And I know I’m livin’ wrong but mama, you just pray for me
Gotta make this money so my family forever eating
That Jesus piece around my neck keep the devil away from me
In an old school cut let’s keep that problem with me on the secret
Just hopin’ right but the man above before I go to sleepin’
In nothing lesser than a G, that’s how they bury me
Have mercy on ‘em
If I should die before I wake
Pull me out some liquor when you’re at the wake
And I’ll be good as long as I know my daughter’s straight
Realest shit I ever wrote, this has a hustler's prayer

If I should die before I wait
I pray and ask the lord for my soul to take
Niggas dyin’ everyday so I keep that Glock on me
I’m just thankful I woke up to see another day hey ey [x2]

Reminiscing lyrics - Ace Hood

Let's rewind life for a second

Let's take these niggas back to '98
Mama in the kitchen, cookin' up her favorite cake
Daddy gone, never home, he say he outta state
Five times I only seen that nigga to this day
And I was blind as a youngun but I learned better
Five kids, visitation, game, never
But ain't trippin', mama did your dirty work?
23 and got a crib that's seven figures worth
Even as a youngun I had bigger dreams
Made another way instead of triple beams
17 all about that green cream
Break that 9 to 5, I quitted in about a week
That's true story, it was overrated
They don't crack those middle fingers cause they under pay me
Back on the block, not a single dollar
I told her mom that hottest nigga had a brother
They laughed at me, they clown me
They hatin' shit, don't want that bitch around me
So I joined the label, dollars and deals
I stayed around the corner from minors who deal
Stacking that money, switching them whips
Motivated by the dope boy ain't gettin' chips
My vision changed, the struggle came
I see my mama cryin', I can feel her pain
The pills are so behind we can't afford a thing
We can't afford a thing
Couple months I met with DJ Khaled
Saw my killing, got a hundred thousand dollars pimp
Call my mother crying like we outta here
Hard times, kiss my ass
Flew the Louie, pressing thousands in the duffle bag
That was 074, back to 20 12
Paid a set, I get one hitin' thirty well
Not sugar coating shit, you niggas fairytale
They free my niggas locked behind them prison cells
I'm one of just a few who send my niggas mail
Hearing a lot of talk 'bout what you niggas do
I'm everywhere, you never there, I'm like a prostitute
Brought my money, let that pistol bust ya testicles
Speaking on my fam you get the medic room
A couple top tens, bitch I'm livin' good
Penthouse in Miami and that record do it
Make them bitches suck it till they catch the fluid
I just lost my daughter but I'm prayin' through it

Starvation, starvation
Livin' every day like I'm on vacation
Underrated, they say I is
And I'm a give 'em hell oh them satan fears

Starvation, Starvation
Like looking in the eyes of a poor baby
Poor baby, they scared now
Did it for you non-believers case you wonder why

Amen
Love

Piss Em Off lyrics - Ace Hood

Fresh on the scene, now you let the swag talk
Watch, I pull up in that foreign just to piss 'em off
Had to whisper to my dog, I say we here to ball
Chain ring, wrist bling, I'm a piss 'em off
Okay, more bottles of Rosay
Ermaz on her waist, complimented by that oche
Looking kinda fly Mr. Hood what them hoes say
Pissing niggas off by the bezel on the watch face
On that nick Shorty, this just how the boss play
Phantom with the two tone, left it with the valet
You don't have a rank, catch me cooping on a Sunday
Bitch I am the shit. We clear? Blue Ray

Check the swag. Yea, it's on
Gettin' cash, the bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss 'em off just to let them haters know
Let 'em know you will never meet a nigga this fly, I ain't lying
Got the top off the wip
You ain't ridin', you ain't ridin'
If the watch under 40
You ain't shinnin', you ain't shinnin'
Piss 'em off, you niggas all talk, ain't bide it

Old man, ten grand, bought the whole mall
Heard they hatin' so I did it just to piss 'em off
Chilling with a bad bitch Mrs. WhatchaCall
Put her in a red bottom just to piss 'em off
Good lord, you know what the wrist cost
Bid the pretty penny probably triple what your rent cost
Get a nigga shine it, like cutting on a chandelier
Hop in about that Porsche, why of course that be tha Panamere
Louie, Gucci, Fini or Versace be my day a pair
Oh that shit got you talkin'
It's nice, Christmas Carol I ain't with the bullshit
I do this for real though
Kick it with a player, talking gang when the field goal
Swimming in some money, fuck around and do a backstroke
You know how I like it baby, you just keep your bag low
Main I'm a dog, my whips are retarded
Swag out of space, you couldn't match it with a martian
Whatcha talin'?

Check the swag. Yea, it's on
Gettin' cash, the bank roll
I get it fast, never slow
Piss 'em off just to let them haters know
Let 'em know you will never meet a nigga this fly, ain't lying
Got the top off the wip
You ain't ridin', you ain't ridin'
If the watch under 40
You ain't shinnin', you ain't shinnin'
Piss 'em off, you niggas all talk, ain't bide it

I kno lyrics - Ace Hood

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probly never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they may watin')
For me to fall off
That will be never dog

From the bottom to the top I came a long way
Used to sip on quarter juices, now it's Rosay
Now that marrow sittin' wider than some Colgate
Baby momma trippin, she do shit the wrong way
Fuck it, gave my lawyer fifty for the court case
Whatcha know 'bout makin' money at a fast pace?
Yea I know the feds steady watching niggas
My younguns play with guns like some matching figures
Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper
Only breaking bread with the realest niggas
Wake up in the morning, greet a bad bitch
Fuck 'er once and then I'm focused where the cash is
Lacing my Gucci's, had to grab ten
I gotta stay safe, bring the Mach 10
And I know they want me dead and gone
Paranoid, I keep that pistol in my carry-on

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probably never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

They told me where you getting money? ', boy them niggas hate
Stacking paper, 23, I'm thinking real estate
On the ship or what I'm driving, we don't renovate
Get money, my niggas, stock in the real estate
Call me by my government when I be at the bank
Talking figures, nigga half a million Ben Franks
Heard them niggas counting mad at some bitch place
Long as my pistol on me I go to your bitch place
Think I really give a fuck 'bout all you pussy niggas
Counting paper, screaming 'Fuck! all of you pussy niggas'
I swear I'm ballin' to my last breath
Brand new prezie on me, call that fucker sudden death
I tell my bitch to keep on sucking till there's nothing left
That shit girl, I just made her admit to grand theft
Yea, and I know they want me dead and gone
Paranoid, I keep that chopper in my carry-on

I know you ain't never met a nigga like me
And you probly never will, I put that on my OG
And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen
They don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means
And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bad
Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast
I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

I know (they hatin')
I know (and they waitin')
For me to fall off
That'll be never, dog

We On lyrics - Ace Hood

Okay
Uh, okay I walked in the party Mr. swag, so gnarly
With a bad Spanish mammy betta ask somebody
Yea that's my Maseratti, going ham no salami
That's your chick if I like it then I'm straight bo guarding
In the club where the bottles at, Rosay no Muscato
They see me, models follow, ass clap, Aye, bravo
I'll be why then my niggas see my jewels, they six figures
Fuck your girl and her friend. I'm a dog. How'd you figure?
Chillin' with my click and I puff that loud
She don't wanna fuck... then I tell a bitch bye,
Heart so cold, why waste my time?
Twenty on the wrist cause I like the shine
Fuck you niggas who hate on mine
Credit card will not declined
Missionary no, not me, I like that pussy from behind
Bitch I'm balling every day, it's like somebody pressed rewind
All my niggas came from nothing, mandatory that we shine
Private plane and no complainin' if I happen to recline
Same nigga that they doubted and I'm glad they don't remind
Made a million off my hunger, that's just solely my reply
Cause we da best, shit ain't a lie

Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

Okay, now one for the money, Shorty two for the fuck of it
Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence
Meet a bitch and hit it quick and never know her government
I been rocking Hermes and that H don't stand for hooligan
High boy, I fly, high nigga, blast off
You goof truth loose goose prove you ain't cutting soft
We on, we on, way to keep on, bring on
All these cases of that aces, bring them back to my oasis
Taking shots after shots like I'm busting off that 44
Man, that ciroc, got me feeling like I overdosed
Living with my niggas, celebrating, rocking hella gold
Ring hella big, you would think I won the Super Bowl
Yea, we in the building, why the fuck you think it's super flow?
Tell the DJ bring it back and show 'em what we really on
All these women love me cause they know a youngun money long
Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home

Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

I'm F%#k'd Up lyrics - Ace Hood

I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling

Okay, now bad bitches and a friend sip a fit for G
And got more holes knocking at the door, tell them bring them in
Smoking purp, got a fucking pound
White bitch breaking bound
All this gold, cocaine on the floor
Harboring got the poe
Tell your mama bust it open
Rolling drunk off the potion
Hoping I get her open
That pussy, I leave it swollen
I'm the master when you call that up
Beat it up up up like I'm Dr. Paul
I'm up the bat so what it is Shorty?
I'm on that Houston purple serve shit
Never mind, I'm flow, forgot my government
How I peed a pimp though on some Charlie shit
Salute my nigga Bull in case I do forget
I'm getting throwed and I'm way off
Pizza rock, no chase just simply day rock

Switching bitches with my nigga Andy Duff
If you ain't fucked up then what you payin' for?
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm high, I'm drunk
My bitch, she faded
My vision so blurry and I may not make it

And I'm back, ghetto once again
Hoping up off that Benz with a chick and she super thick
Chilling with a couple a friends
Baby what's twins but I'll just hop a bin
But know that depends
You ain't fucking off or feeling me
It's hollaback, that's indeed
Nigga cast these supply of weed
Kick oh bring the lean
Fucking swishers roll that paper like my nigga Wiz Khalif
Getting fucked up that's beside the devil cut some
I'm taking Sam shots and I'm hoping I don't pass out
Them bitches hair style, Moly poppin' they all buyin' uhh
I'm fucked up, not focused
Got a 30 pack of them Trojan's
Gonna do some damage with these mixed twins
Never call for block, I do not go 10
I'm a beat that pussy till the morning

Switching bitches with my nigga Andy Duff
If you ain't fucked up then what you payin' for?
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm high, I'm drunk
My bitch, she faded
My vision so blurry and I may not make it

I can't even feel my face, oh shit
Is that, is that a pony?

Do It lyrics - Ace Hood

I got some real niggas in this bitch
Real niggas big on ride it is
Now who you do it fo'?

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you
I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle
From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin'
I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?

If I die tonight just lace me in Versace gear
I pay for all them pussies, then they hate and spit
Put my casket, rob me eighty to a hundred thou
Nothing less than love, you shall be ballin' down
Realest nigga and it ain't up for debation
I do it for them hustlers all over the nation
Look in my eyes, see what I see
Heir my brother's people, eat what I eat
Word to my momma, bitch I'm tryna die a legend
Pray to God my second home is gon reside in heaven
Pushing that Phantom like it's a coup
No top on my lady, drop off the roof
Young and I'm thuggin', blessed in a bunus
Whatcha know 'bout getting money? Errand in the summer
Did it and done it. Bring it, you want it
I got an answer for your question

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you
I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle
From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin'
I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?

I do it for the niggas in the peniten
Who barely see the sun, that's cause they doin' bids
I pray for all you phantoms away from your kids
Cross through many nights cause I lost one half of a twin
That's why I'm livin' life cause I might die tomorrow
This watch is disrespectful, I might catch a charge
Pull up on my ex I'm like wudup bitch?
This shit I'm drivin' cost a quarter fuck a dumb shit
Back on the block, strapped with the Glock
No tint on the Phantom, see what you not
23, only majored in getting money
Do it for the ones who made a way from nothin'
Shout out them dope boys
Shout out you go getters
One for them broke homies, two for the rich niggas
I was a man when my daddy wasn't
I got an answer for your question

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you
I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle
From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin'
I beat this shit for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?
Now who you do it fo'?

2-12-12 (Thoughts) lyrics - Ace Hood

RIP Whitney Houston
God bless her soul
I'm just vibin' doe
But for you haters

(Nothing's gonna stop me)
I swear to God
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Andi, Kiko, Renegades
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
(Nothing's gonna stop me)

Money talks so what's your conversation?
Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated
Being broke ain't a joke, that feeling is devastating
Nightmare so that force never stated
Calculating every dollar bill
Reminiscin', they missin' like someone on a mill
Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still
Look at my niggas loyalty's mad real
That's cause we got this from the bottom up
Number slidin' in my homie momma truck
We did what we had to do, we ain't give a fuck
Now we the niggas winnin' dog, wuddup?
Ain't it funny how the time fly?
Couple cars and a twenty story high rise
Took a minute but shit connecting like wi fi
It's fuck you to the niggas who sad my career died
Shit, I'm livin' quite well
On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking lobster tales
With a Spanish mommy give me the opposite the tails
Ask me do I like it, poppy I'm like hell yea
We da best the fuckin' logo
Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos
Own a couple cars but I need one more though
Felt I'm coming soon, real nigga YOLO
True, I'm just rappin' doe aye

Nothing's gonna stop me
I tell 'em (nothing's gonna stop me)
Yea, feel good when you comin' from nothin' homie
But I tell 'er (othing's gonna stop me)
Swear to God (nothing's gonna stop me)
Starvation

In the studio, watching the Grammy's homie
Pray today they nominate the one and only
Probly cry some tears at the ceremony
Only lord knows when they ready for me
Inspiration runnin' through my blood
Motivated from the fact I made it through the mud
Kept my faith although they doubted when I lost my buzz
All over somethin' that I'm winnin' ain't gon show me love
In the street label me underrated
Story for respect my only ultimatum
They ask me who that's why you goin' hard
Cause I just want my mama off that boulevard
I come from a city where there ain't many stars
And given no pity promised them prison bars
Teachers said I won't amount to shit
Graduated high-school, college never in it
Still I manage through seven figures with common sense
And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit
Fuck it right I never stop
Found a way to motivate the niggas' block
Whitney Houston died yesterday
God bless 'er, hope she end up at them heaven gates
Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate
In the mean time, let's let this marinate
Yea, I'm just vibin' doe

Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me)
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me man
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
R.I.P Trayvon Martin
Justice will be served my brother
But guess what
(Nothing's gonna stop me)
Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me)
God bless
Hood

My Life lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Dane Cash)

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm gon make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I will make it back someday

Cold world, killings, this crazy world that we live in
Got minors thugging and dealing life all good fuck authority feelings
Was raised up out of Broward, and my momma didn't raise no coward
Had a job and I worked them hours, my pride would not allow it
Young men holding all that power on dope like fiends with the powder
Came up now the niggas wanna doubt 'em
In the rows ain't talkin' flowers
Everybody wanna be so sour
You mad cause the shit ain't ours
Handouts only for them cowards
No college degree at Howard
I came up from the bottom
They so scared I'm getting hotter
We stacking them fuckin' dollars
Just pray for me, will you mama?
I done came a long way
Wanna know me? Just listen to what the song say

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it back someday

And I told my team that I got us
They were chasing a whole but the commas
Still ball like my nigga Udonis, I
Do me, never mind your comments
Go hard and give it no favors
Be around cause a nigga done made it
Where the fuck was you when I needed?
I'm sick and tired of your hatin'
I'm sittin' cool and I' patient
And my fans are steady waitin'
Why the fuck I haven't blew up?
Why the fuck I'm underrated?
I'm the realest thing going
And most of people know it
To my hood I am a God, an illustrated poet
I don't see no competition
Unless I'm in the mirror
I'm starving in this bitch and I just saved about a million
All my life I've been waiting for this moment
But still I'm screaming fuck 'em
You just show me my opponent, hold up

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it back someday

I've been walking all my life (my life my life...)
I've been walking all my life (my life my life...)
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday (someday someday...)

Promises lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

Uh, crowd full of loud fans, hope I don't choke
White girls going ham, they just so stoked
They just think I'm kinda dope, guess I'm pure coke
Hope they they love me for my drive, only lord knows
My daughter past couple months ago
Feel like I'm breathing tho without a pulse
Nothing like losing what you love most
Promises are just equivalent to false hope

Promises and promises
You said you would be here
A promise is a promise yes
And you said you would be here
But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here

Uh, fuck man, daddy why you such a dead beat?
Why I'm 23 and you ain't never call me
Momma said you was slicker than some hair grease
You's a cheater, what's the point of giving wedding rings?
Poor man, you should be ashamed
Ever since I made it big I ain't been the same
First they love you then they hate you, it's all in the game
Kinda funny when I'm out them people know my name
Ain't life such a bitch dawg?
Took from me to get a deal now da bitch call
Fuck her once and never call get her pissed off
I ain't trippin' leave me 'lone when the dicks soft
Promises, selling promises
Fake friends leave credit counterfeit
Mama in the kitchen cooking butter grits
Only one who stayed around when the others dipped

Promises and promises
You said you would be here
A promise is a promise yes
And you said you would be here
But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here

Man, hard head, should've listened when they told me
God the only man that could hold me
Bad bitches, all looking for a check
And I'm a dope spitter looking for respect
Niggas hating hard, they just tryna flex
Ain't trippin', bring the Phantom through the projects
Young nigga gettin' dumb paid
Drop top, screaming fuck 'em on the highway
Later alligator, crocodile Dundee
Doing bout a buck fifty on the one way
Living fast cause I never had
Middle finger to my ex cause you in the past
So alone with my pen and pad
Keep me lifted, emotions driven, I got it bad
I ain't a killa but don't tempt me
Majority of family is so against me
Figured since I win it big we should all eat
I'm up on 106 and now you wanna call me
Should've never left my west side
Promises are nothing more than a great lie

Promises and promises
You said you would be here
A promise is a promise yes
And you said you would be here
But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here

I've been waiting on you for a long long minute
When you told me that you'd be here I thought you meant it

But I'm all by myself
When I need your help
Promises and promises
You said you would be here
Be here
Be-be here
Be here
Be-be here
Be be be be

Slow Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

Now you wanna tell me slow it down
When I tell you bring them hoes around
Wanna kill it but you can't stop (slow down)
Asking me to slow down
In my feeling all caught up now
It's been months since I ain't seen you
Heard thru the vibe you gotta rebound

Now she begging me, she begging me
She ready to do everything
Are you missing me? Well, you'd better be
Let's slow, slow it down

Remember that time we was out in Puerto Rico?
Told me that you love me, it can never be a sequel
Wish I could've paused our love like TiVo
My homie KC, told me that's the way it be though

Her Sex game stupid, head game stupid
I ain't gotta ask, she just do it
Said she da best, I say prove it
We gon slow down the time

Ain't nothing like me you can bet your bottom dolla
Thinking I should call, but I never do bother
Heard you in school, you a fan, you scholar
Heard that I'm doing better now the tricks wanna holla

Celebrity, celebrity
Shinning star so heavily
But damn, I got other things on my mind
You wanna slow down the time

Now you wanna tell me slow it down
When I tell you bring them hoes around
Wanna kill it but you can't stop (slow down)
Only call you after 1 o' clock
Your bad money kinda sorta fine
I like your but it's kinda border line
Tryna put them thoughts in my mind
You wanna slow down
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down

Okay, I'm cool with a bitch named Sandra Lee
Friends with her twin and they both the beast
Head give mean and they Vietnamese
And they love fucking me, they got the similar dream
Money stay the calling, so I fuck 'em and leave
Waste my time and I'm chuckin' the D
So they beggin' me to just slow down the time

You read on my eye
Girl, do that same thing every time
I like when you're around
But I don't know if I, I don't know if I
Could slow it down, slow it down

My nigga ACE said
He has six girls for us that's three a piece, three a piece
What they hittin' for?
He said nothing they just wanna be down with the crew
I said I'll be on my way
He said they already on goose
I'm a ready on that cush
Already on that 80 proof
Hop off in my coop
I press a button and lose the roof
Now that's drop top
Burn the bread, call it pop tart
When I'm in the mall, the nigga shop a cart
Got a U haul in the parking lot

Now you wanna tell me slow it down
When I tell you bring them hoes around
Wanna kill it but you can't stop (slow down)
Only call you after 1 o' clock
Your Bad money kinda sorta fine
I like you but it's kinda border line
Tryna put them thoughts in mind
You wanna slow down
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)
Slow it down, slow it down
Slow it down (slow down)

Different People lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Game)

We are different people
Born alone I'm a die alone nigga, a renegade
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
... Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Different aspirations,

Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
I believe in God but deep inside resides the beast in me
Nightmares of being broke, never seem to be a joke
Sliding with that 44, and my life's been revoke
Blind, erase the real g, paid and I'm still me
Real love the real, I don't respect them niggas in between
I'm like achilles from the troy movie, that do some damage like a full uzi
I am nothing like you other dudes
Same come and goes but we got different views
Snitching under pressure that's a never do
Took the lawyer niggas with me as I'm making moves
Talking tough one with to that killer with you in the booth
I'm prepared to die, question is, are you?

We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
... Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations

They I'll will, I'm prepared to die,
I got the blueprint of how to talk that 45
Surprise, realize I can't be fucked with a no scale
Not the hoes, not the money, the swag
Now my g code, I'm a spray and reload
Hit your toe with a tag,
Niggas hood with it, your ace was good with it
He got that ace, I got the spades
Getaway car, we ready for the way,
Or whatever
I can't be stopped, no... I'm the next sun
Half of million dollars up and get some
Burn on my waist I'm hollow shelling, come get some
I flip, you ain't murder around,
Yeah,.. nigga with the blood clot, don't get blood shot
Murder ain't shit for me, I love taking mug shots
Love taking bitches from paris down to jamaica
Love sitting on the flow of rihanna watching the lakers
I'm a bad boy ain't seen puff in years though
But I keep some B.I.G. Off in my ear lobes, hood

We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep, now I lay me down to sleep
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep.

I Solemnly Swear lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Ice Berg)

Yea, and I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Be a real nigga till my casket door closed ah
Dead by the code, and I'm a live by the code
I'm a live by the code
Quit it with the school, this the life I chose

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Ok now 12 years old yea, momma in the kitchen
Told her if my brother went to jail I'm never snitchin'
She said boy go wash them dishes
She must think I'm trippin'
Twelve years later boy I still hold my position
Just that decode emit who let no pussies get me
I go to court, I'm drunk as fuck
I'm stressing on that remit
I hit the stand, I raised my hand
And deny all that's against me
The judge man trippin, tryna get my youngest twenty
I'm like no sir, your honor
I don't know any gunners
Don't know when and where and who it was
That's such a bummer, we good
I'm a live by the G shit
And I solemnly swear to keep a bad bitch

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul (never snitching on no soul)
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Hold up
Park the Chevy, hopped in the back seat of something
Seats reclinin, curtains closed, they ain't see me coming
Blackjack, no even money
You act bad, you gon get your ass wacked while I'm beating something
Use the line, use the line
If you get hit you go rise with your punk ass
It's steady, put it on like you own that
I got an AK in the drawer mat
With a shoulder strap, that's gon clap
With a sole trigger, that's scar niggas
Every time I own it back
And I done lost too many niggas to be slippin'
Now I don't even fall asleep around these bitches
And it ain't no secret, these niggas out here snitchin'
And them bitches is the ones who is considered the realest

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching no soul
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Dead by the code, and I'm a live by the code
I'm a live by the code
Quit it with the school, this the life I chose [x2]