[Intro]
In Jesus name I wish somebody would just give him some praise
In the name of Jesus, is there anybody that could open up their mouth
And just begin to praise the Lord, my God (hallelujah)
In the name of Jesus,
Trials and The Tribulations
He promised you He will never leave you nor forsaken you
But He never promised that you wouldn't have no Trials or Tribulations
These things are necessary
In your growth and your development in God
The trials and the tribulations, activate the oil on your life
They activate the strength that lays dormant in you
The struggle, the pressure, the law
All these things contribute in defining who you are
The story of your life
That is that precious, precious oil
It's the handiwork and will of God
Is there anybody that could just begin to declare that God is good
Is there anybody that could just stand up right now
Open up your mouth and tell somebody that God brought me through?
Is there anybody right now that has a testimony that will just call up right now
And tell of the goodness, tell of the mercy of the Lord?
Is He God?
Is He God all by himself?
Somebody give him a praise!
Somebody give him a shout!
Oh hallelujah, glory!
Trials & Tribulations lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
I speak on behalf of the people
Hope, Faith
We all got a story, this is me
[Verse 1:]
Okay, please forgive me father all the sinning I done did
All the dirt I had to do
All the trouble I've been in
Went through trials and tribulations every day to make some ends
I'm a walkin' testimony still I stand yet again
You don't know shit that I been through all this pain ain't that the truth
So much tears that I done cried feeling like I ain't got shit to lose
Why my granny passed away why my daughter didn't stay
Wish they both was here today oh Lord in Jesus name
I done been through hell and back momma dodgin' heart attacks
Ain't no A/C in the house just a broken thermostat
Bill collectors on my line please don't fuckin' call me back
Got me stressin' about this shit ain't no way I could relax
I was only eighteen ain't no money comin' fast
Had no choice but turn to God take some trouble of her back
Everything just goin' wrong feel like nothin' goin' right
I just seen my homie Dale and he die within the night
Boy these streets ain't nothin' nice had to make way out the hood
Don't nobody give a damn had to make sure we was good
Just like that before you knew it I had got my record deal
When you make it from the bottom just imagine how it feel
Lord knows them niggas hate everybody had a doubt
Who this nigga think he is that little black boy from the south
They was laughin' at me then ain't no laughin' at me now
And for those who don't believe ask em now who run the town
Ain't no way I'm givin' up ain't no way I'm givin' in
I done lost it all before can't go through this shit again no (no)
Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do forgive me for my sins for the known for the unknown amen
[Verse 2:]
Let me get it back to legit to quit porsche got two percented tint
Bitch I made so many hits look how quickly they forget
Go ahead and count me out you can talk behind my back
Don't give a fuck about what you say so you think my music wack
That ain't what my banker said couple million wired in
Hope I see a hundred more that's before retirement
Motivation on you hoes ain't no waitin' on the dough
Heard they prayin' that I fail tell them Ace will never fold
I'm a walkin' testimony and I mean just what I say
Looked my daughter in her eyes right before she passed away
Watched them doctors pull the plug don't wanna live another day
This was all in God's fate could not be no other way
How I did it, I kept my faith
They tried to break me but there ain't no way
I kept my focus whipped up the potion
And when you make it out the struggle you the chosen
I seen the light oh glory glory trials and tribulations my life is a story
And everything I did to make it made me who I am today
We the Best is in my blood ain't no father around to thank
I'm a lion in this field and my heart is made of steel
Catch me speedin' to the top hollerin' God take the wheel
Have mercy and even though we all are not perfect
Forgive me
I speak on behalf of the people
Hope, Faith
We all got a story, this is me
[Verse 1:]
Okay, please forgive me father all the sinning I done did
All the dirt I had to do
All the trouble I've been in
Went through trials and tribulations every day to make some ends
I'm a walkin' testimony still I stand yet again
You don't know shit that I been through all this pain ain't that the truth
So much tears that I done cried feeling like I ain't got shit to lose
Why my granny passed away why my daughter didn't stay
Wish they both was here today oh Lord in Jesus name
I done been through hell and back momma dodgin' heart attacks
Ain't no A/C in the house just a broken thermostat
Bill collectors on my line please don't fuckin' call me back
Got me stressin' about this shit ain't no way I could relax
I was only eighteen ain't no money comin' fast
Had no choice but turn to God take some trouble of her back
Everything just goin' wrong feel like nothin' goin' right
I just seen my homie Dale and he die within the night
Boy these streets ain't nothin' nice had to make way out the hood
Don't nobody give a damn had to make sure we was good
Just like that before you knew it I had got my record deal
When you make it from the bottom just imagine how it feel
Lord knows them niggas hate everybody had a doubt
Who this nigga think he is that little black boy from the south
They was laughin' at me then ain't no laughin' at me now
And for those who don't believe ask em now who run the town
Ain't no way I'm givin' up ain't no way I'm givin' in
I done lost it all before can't go through this shit again no (no)
Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do forgive me for my sins for the known for the unknown amen
[Verse 2:]
Let me get it back to legit to quit porsche got two percented tint
Bitch I made so many hits look how quickly they forget
Go ahead and count me out you can talk behind my back
Don't give a fuck about what you say so you think my music wack
That ain't what my banker said couple million wired in
Hope I see a hundred more that's before retirement
Motivation on you hoes ain't no waitin' on the dough
Heard they prayin' that I fail tell them Ace will never fold
I'm a walkin' testimony and I mean just what I say
Looked my daughter in her eyes right before she passed away
Watched them doctors pull the plug don't wanna live another day
This was all in God's fate could not be no other way
How I did it, I kept my faith
They tried to break me but there ain't no way
I kept my focus whipped up the potion
And when you make it out the struggle you the chosen
I seen the light oh glory glory trials and tribulations my life is a story
And everything I did to make it made me who I am today
We the Best is in my blood ain't no father around to thank
I'm a lion in this field and my heart is made of steel
Catch me speedin' to the top hollerin' God take the wheel
Have mercy and even though we all are not perfect
Forgive me
Another Statistic lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Another statistic, nah
I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Don't wanna be another statistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
[Interlude:]
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they're trying to keep us down
Nothing should stop us from being victorious
We shall fight
We will never give up
We will never give in
We shall take it to the mountain top
Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's untamable as a youth
And fuck the government cause' they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents
Don't wanna be another statistic (preach)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
[Interlude:]
We refuse to be apart of divine violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for something
We don't fall for anything, stand up
What's all the pain you been through?
It's time, It's time to stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya'
Some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be another statistic (pray)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Another statistic, nah
I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Don't wanna be another statistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
[Interlude:]
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they're trying to keep us down
Nothing should stop us from being victorious
We shall fight
We will never give up
We will never give in
We shall take it to the mountain top
Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's untamable as a youth
And fuck the government cause' they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents
Don't wanna be another statistic (preach)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
[Interlude:]
We refuse to be apart of divine violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for something
We don't fall for anything, stand up
What's all the pain you been through?
It's time, It's time to stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya'
Some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be another statistic (pray)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Before The Rollie lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Meek Mill)
[Hook: Ace Hood]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea every day
I'm a get it by any means
That was just my mind frame
Before the Gucci and Louis
Before the Rollie dog I won't do it
They nigga fuck with me when I was broke
You ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it
Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk
No A/C cause the shit don't work
Plus no radio to make shit worse
I'da come a long way and they know it,
Fuck where you at it's about where you goin'
Can't sit around and wait for no money
Ain't no naw nigga can't do it
Boy I did this shit for my niggas
Since day one I been a go getter
Now my money right and these hoes on me
Ho well go figure (Hoodnation)
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
Ain't never had shit for' my dream
Ain't never sell no work to them fiends
Ain't never snitchin' and tell on my dogs
Wakin' up every day for that cream
Nigga I was down and out in that field
So stressed out because of them deals
Ain't no kinda hope in my city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that rot
I'm that same nigga from out of Deerfield
Ain't shit changed except a rap deal
Gotta live nigga actin' funny,
Now I know how niggas in the trap feel
Ya'll rather me broke than be fucked up
And my same hood and those same chucks
I look back today throw prayers up
Now I never forget where I came from
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Meek Mill:]
Before the rollie man it was cuffs
Hard times man shit was tough
I was told don't trust niggas
Be the main ones to come and hit you up
Still ridin' round like I ain't rich as fuck
Young niggas we clippin' up
Before the rollie hoes fronted on me
Now I pull up on em like bitch what's up?
Young niggas ballin'
Fuck niggas hatin'
Before I had a rollie
I ain't have no patience
A nigga ran up on me,
Bitch ass situations
We cap'n gown you pussy niggas ain't talkin' graduation
See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch
Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick
She told you lies and you trust that bitch
Like hol' up
Ya'll niggas hatin' on me
When all these bad bitches waitin' on me
And all that shit you pray on me,
I still kill niggas like shame on me
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea every day
I'm a get it by any means
That was just my mind frame
Before the Gucci and Louis
Before the Rollie dog I won't do it
They nigga fuck with me when I was broke
You ain't gonna stunt with me when I do it
Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk
No A/C cause the shit don't work
Plus no radio to make shit worse
I'da come a long way and they know it,
Fuck where you at it's about where you goin'
Can't sit around and wait for no money
Ain't no naw nigga can't do it
Boy I did this shit for my niggas
Since day one I been a go getter
Now my money right and these hoes on me
Ho well go figure (Hoodnation)
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Ace Hood:]
Ain't never had shit for' my dream
Ain't never sell no work to them fiends
Ain't never snitchin' and tell on my dogs
Wakin' up every day for that cream
Nigga I was down and out in that field
So stressed out because of them deals
Ain't no kinda hope in my city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that rot
I'm that same nigga from out of Deerfield
Ain't shit changed except a rap deal
Gotta live nigga actin' funny,
Now I know how niggas in the trap feel
Ya'll rather me broke than be fucked up
And my same hood and those same chucks
I look back today throw prayers up
Now I never forget where I came from
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
[Meek Mill:]
Before the rollie man it was cuffs
Hard times man shit was tough
I was told don't trust niggas
Be the main ones to come and hit you up
Still ridin' round like I ain't rich as fuck
Young niggas we clippin' up
Before the rollie hoes fronted on me
Now I pull up on em like bitch what's up?
Young niggas ballin'
Fuck niggas hatin'
Before I had a rollie
I ain't have no patience
A nigga ran up on me,
Bitch ass situations
We cap'n gown you pussy niggas ain't talkin' graduation
See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch
Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick
She told you lies and you trust that bitch
Like hol' up
Ya'll niggas hatin' on me
When all these bad bitches waitin' on me
And all that shit you pray on me,
I still kill niggas like shame on me
[Hook:]
Before the rollie, before the fame
Before the money, before the game
Before them bitches
Before they ever knew my name
Before the rollie, before the rollie
Them times was hard, I'm chasin' money
Before the rollie, before the rollie
The same circle, the same homies
We Outchea lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro: Ace Hood]
Real life, Ace Hoooood
We the motherfuckin' best - HUH!
(Lil bro, ya know I gotcha)
[Chorus: Ace Hood (Lil Wayne)]
I made my way from the bottom, and I'm grindin'
I wake up every morning lookin' for commas
Bout my dollars; I'm goin' all out
And that's on my mama, on my mama (yeeeah)
Cause we outchea (we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin'), cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Grindin' all damn night, cause we outchea
[Ace Hood]
Everyday that I'm wakenin', I'mma say my prayers (Amen)
I'mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
And I'mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain't no time to sleep, I get guap, ain't no Jordan's in the shoe box
Ain't no roof that came with that drop, chase that paper youngin' don't stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle, tryin' to get my fuckin' in, that's struggle
Fuck that nine to five that don't cut, ain't no job I guess that's my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date, tryin' to triple what I made today
This one right here is for my real niggas and bad bitches who gettin' cake
Count it up til your thumbs hurt, put fam second and God first
Hatin' niggas ain't phasin' me; you couldn't walk a mile in my foot work
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'
When opportunity knock
I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops
Damn, I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom I didn't clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe's, sak pase
I'm twisted weed in my mansion, I go dumb in alumni Stanford
Remember when moms couldn't afford Pampers, now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F. for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I'm richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
I say another day, another dollar, thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watching back in this cold world cause everybody won't see tomorrow
Money callin' and I'm motivated, kill the beat, its pre-meditated
Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day I'mma go get it, pair of J's and my Florida fitted
Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fail, hatin' on me I don't give a damn
Out here like what nigga? You don't get the picutre like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand, couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to those big M's, and my weight up like six gyms
I'm outchea and I mean that; We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes I don't need that, I'da come too far to be lookin' back
[Chorus]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
YOUNG MULA BAAAY-BAAAY!
Ace Hood, nigga
Fuck these lil bitch ass niggas
Real life, Ace Hoooood
We the motherfuckin' best - HUH!
(Lil bro, ya know I gotcha)
[Chorus: Ace Hood (Lil Wayne)]
I made my way from the bottom, and I'm grindin'
I wake up every morning lookin' for commas
Bout my dollars; I'm goin' all out
And that's on my mama, on my mama (yeeeah)
Cause we outchea (we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin'), cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Grindin' all damn night, cause we outchea
[Ace Hood]
Everyday that I'm wakenin', I'mma say my prayers (Amen)
I'mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
And I'mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain't no time to sleep, I get guap, ain't no Jordan's in the shoe box
Ain't no roof that came with that drop, chase that paper youngin' don't stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle, tryin' to get my fuckin' in, that's struggle
Fuck that nine to five that don't cut, ain't no job I guess that's my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date, tryin' to triple what I made today
This one right here is for my real niggas and bad bitches who gettin' cake
Count it up til your thumbs hurt, put fam second and God first
Hatin' niggas ain't phasin' me; you couldn't walk a mile in my foot work
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'
When opportunity knock
I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops
Damn, I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom I didn't clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe's, sak pase
I'm twisted weed in my mansion, I go dumb in alumni Stanford
Remember when moms couldn't afford Pampers, now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F. for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I'm richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
I say another day, another dollar, thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watching back in this cold world cause everybody won't see tomorrow
Money callin' and I'm motivated, kill the beat, its pre-meditated
Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day I'mma go get it, pair of J's and my Florida fitted
Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fail, hatin' on me I don't give a damn
Out here like what nigga? You don't get the picutre like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand, couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to those big M's, and my weight up like six gyms
I'm outchea and I mean that; We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes I don't need that, I'da come too far to be lookin' back
[Chorus]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
YOUNG MULA BAAAY-BAAAY!
Ace Hood, nigga
Fuck these lil bitch ass niggas
We Them Niggas lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up)
We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas…
All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it)
We them niggas, we them niggas…
Middle finger to the ceiling…
We them niggas, we them niggas…
We don’t really give a fuck…
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
[Verse 1]
I’m screamin’ “fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas”
Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm
‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building
And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl?
My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her
Oh lord! Oh lord!
Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa
Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it
Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter
We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top
Y’all mad? LOL – go figure
Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach
On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up
I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what
Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club
I’m just really showin’ love
That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad
All haters need a hug
Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs
‘Til the ma’fuckin’ sun come up
Let it pass, puff puff
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up
I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch
Lil’ nigga, that’s a must
Good Lord! Good Lord!
Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus
And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already
Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like “what?”
Now where you from, where you from?
Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump
Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar
Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck
Amen! Amen!
Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist
Man, this shit is pretty rare
Everything I do big, all I do is set trends
You can try it, don’t nobody really care
Don’t nobody really care
I can show you my committee, in my city
Boy, I’m treated like the mayor
Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie
Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare
I’m just keepin’ shit player…
[Hook]
[Outro]
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Everybody know they can’t fuck with us
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up)
We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas…
All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it)
We them niggas, we them niggas…
Middle finger to the ceiling…
We them niggas, we them niggas…
We don’t really give a fuck…
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
[Verse 1]
I’m screamin’ “fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas”
Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm
‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building
And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl?
My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her
Oh lord! Oh lord!
Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa
Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it
Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter
We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top
Y’all mad? LOL – go figure
Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach
On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up
I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what
Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club
I’m just really showin’ love
That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad
All haters need a hug
Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs
‘Til the ma’fuckin’ sun come up
Let it pass, puff puff
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up
I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch
Lil’ nigga, that’s a must
Good Lord! Good Lord!
Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus
And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already
Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like “what?”
Now where you from, where you from?
Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump
Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar
Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck
Amen! Amen!
Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist
Man, this shit is pretty rare
Everything I do big, all I do is set trends
You can try it, don’t nobody really care
Don’t nobody really care
I can show you my committee, in my city
Boy, I’m treated like the mayor
Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie
Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare
I’m just keepin’ shit player…
[Hook]
[Outro]
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Everybody know they can’t fuck with us
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
The Come Up lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & Ace Hood]
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fueled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
I do it for the ones like me
And all people who's just like you
No matter what they say about me
I'm a do whatever I gotta do
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
This is the come up
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
The gutta, where niggas run up and they get done up
And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them commas, bigger diamonds and high designer
With all the finest women, goddess
With perfect bodies that we admire
This is the come up where niggas do whatever for money
They'll murk a nigga now and got to church on a Sunday
Probably snitch on homeboys and take a flight out of country
It's fucked up, the motive is to get out the hood
Get your mama new crib, keep your family good
When that money is pouring and them jewels is shining
And them cars are foreigns, them haters praying it storm
It's no love, it ain't a place for the weak
Only strong survive, only hustlers ride
This is the come up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up and dreams are never seemed couldn't believe and it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it anything you vision and anything you wishing you can live it just bare the witness they said I wouldn't and I did it what God intended from being label as a menace to counting millions my daughter smiling every minute I'm an a attendance oh lord I got my deal in the field crying hundred of tears feeling like that doughboy hit a lick for a meal riding round with that work know them weapons concealed if them feds ever catch em leave them for 200 hundred years for that dope and I know money come money go in the fame in the game all the hate that it brings many lost some gave never changed not me gotta survive everyday know every morning I wake I'm tryna come up
[Hook]
[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
So, don't you dare give up?
Keep your head above the clouds
And your eyes on the price
Don't you dare give up?
This is for the grind
[Hook]
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
One day you gon make it out struggle
Don't you worried now?
My brothers and my sisters, mama too
This is the come up
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fueled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit I've been through
Still I hold my head up high
And all them roadblocks I walk right through
I do it for the ones like me
And all people who's just like you
No matter what they say about me
I'm a do whatever I gotta do
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
This is the come up
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up
The gutta, where niggas run up and they get done up
And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them commas, bigger diamonds and high designer
With all the finest women, goddess
With perfect bodies that we admire
This is the come up where niggas do whatever for money
They'll murk a nigga now and got to church on a Sunday
Probably snitch on homeboys and take a flight out of country
It's fucked up, the motive is to get out the hood
Get your mama new crib, keep your family good
When that money is pouring and them jewels is shining
And them cars are foreigns, them haters praying it storm
It's no love, it ain't a place for the weak
Only strong survive, only hustlers ride
This is the come up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Where niggas hustle from night to sun up and dreams are never seemed couldn't believe and it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it anything you vision and anything you wishing you can live it just bare the witness they said I wouldn't and I did it what God intended from being label as a menace to counting millions my daughter smiling every minute I'm an a attendance oh lord I got my deal in the field crying hundred of tears feeling like that doughboy hit a lick for a meal riding round with that work know them weapons concealed if them feds ever catch em leave them for 200 hundred years for that dope and I know money come money go in the fame in the game all the hate that it brings many lost some gave never changed not me gotta survive everyday know every morning I wake I'm tryna come up
[Hook]
[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
So, don't you dare give up?
Keep your head above the clouds
And your eyes on the price
Don't you dare give up?
This is for the grind
[Hook]
[Outro: Anthony Hamilton]
This is the come up
One day you gon make it out struggle
Don't you worried now?
My brothers and my sisters, mama too
This is the come up
Rider lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Chris Brown)
[Intro:]
If I call my baby
She pick up the phone every time
At the the drop of a dime
That rider
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
Had no money, would you still love me?
If I got jammed up and did a little time
Would you still be the woman who gon' hold it down
Through the hard times
And the cloudy days
Would you stand strong?
Would you run away?
All the bullshit, and all the heartache
She still ridin' with a nigga since the first day
Her ambitions of a rider
She would be around if I never had a dollar
She would be my nurse if I ever need a doctor
Bonnie and Clyde, she never side with the coppers
Never break code, forever be loyal
Never break ties 'til we buried in the soil
If it ever go down, she trynna go too
Down for whatever bullshit I'm going through
She's my backbone
Nothing like that feeling
When I'm in her so long
Passion and that loveing that between us so strong
Grippin' on that ass, she just tell me "hold on"
She could be the wife, maybe one day
Have a few kids go and travel out the state
She gonna ride or die for a nigga 'til the grave
And I hope it never change
[Hook:]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Need a down bitch for a real nigga
Never lied to her, keep it real with her
Got her own money, but she a go getter
She allergic to them broke and the ho niggas
Rule number one is that it ain't none
Probably make shawty my wife when the day come
Nothing like a pretty lady who can roll up
Them other hoes, yeah they mad, so what?
Me and you for life, team us
Big face rollies, you can get the same one
I'm in that Mulsanne, you in that coupe, what?
Ain't that many people 'round that I do trust
You the last of a dying breed
Ride for me baby, everything is guaranteed
Anything you ever wanted, or ever need
Turn life out of any dream
I mean that, keep it 100
When I need that, she gon' come runnin'
When I fiend for it, give that ass to me
Never tell her no, she get the last from me
If I get jail, gotta go to court
She be right there, need I say more?
Love
[Hook: x2]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If I call my baby
She pick up the phone every time
At the the drop of a dime
That rider
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
Had no money, would you still love me?
If I got jammed up and did a little time
Would you still be the woman who gon' hold it down
Through the hard times
And the cloudy days
Would you stand strong?
Would you run away?
All the bullshit, and all the heartache
She still ridin' with a nigga since the first day
Her ambitions of a rider
She would be around if I never had a dollar
She would be my nurse if I ever need a doctor
Bonnie and Clyde, she never side with the coppers
Never break code, forever be loyal
Never break ties 'til we buried in the soil
If it ever go down, she trynna go too
Down for whatever bullshit I'm going through
She's my backbone
Nothing like that feeling
When I'm in her so long
Passion and that loveing that between us so strong
Grippin' on that ass, she just tell me "hold on"
She could be the wife, maybe one day
Have a few kids go and travel out the state
She gonna ride or die for a nigga 'til the grave
And I hope it never change
[Hook:]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Need a down bitch for a real nigga
Never lied to her, keep it real with her
Got her own money, but she a go getter
She allergic to them broke and the ho niggas
Rule number one is that it ain't none
Probably make shawty my wife when the day come
Nothing like a pretty lady who can roll up
Them other hoes, yeah they mad, so what?
Me and you for life, team us
Big face rollies, you can get the same one
I'm in that Mulsanne, you in that coupe, what?
Ain't that many people 'round that I do trust
You the last of a dying breed
Ride for me baby, everything is guaranteed
Anything you ever wanted, or ever need
Turn life out of any dream
I mean that, keep it 100
When I need that, she gon' come runnin'
When I fiend for it, give that ass to me
Never tell her no, she get the last from me
If I get jail, gotta go to court
She be right there, need I say more?
Love
[Hook: x2]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
Hope lyrics - Ace Hood
[Verse 1:]
I feel you
To every girl who ain't never had a daddy, and every boy who ain't never have a mother
To that pretty woman lost in the world, who seem to think another man won't love her
All the homies locked up in the pen, who can never seem to dodge that trouble
Hold your head up high cause there's better days, hard times I was praying for them better ways
I don't know a niggas struggle but I know pain
Cold world but a nigga trying to maintain
Still praying for a little change
Bills due and I can't pay
Or when your money low when your rent late
And doc say granny gone after thirty days
You don't even know the half of my heartache
Too many I done lost is a heartbreak
And they wonder why this young nigga goin' hard I done came too far from my boulevard
Couple war wounds, few battle scars, but I'm still here living gotta thank God.
It's a cold world, it don't love you
Funny what a little faith and a hope do
Lord
[Hook:]
And I know my momma praying for me,
And my granny praying for me,
I'm hustling for my family and that's every day and night,
And the day I witnessed my daughter born it was the greatest day of my life, my life.
Yeah take a look in my eyes, look how far a nigga came
You can search my soul, you understand my pain
Nigga trust nobody, and that probably never change
With a little bit of hope, you can reach your dreams
[Verse 2:]
For anybody who done ever had a dream, you are just like me
Still beleving in myself even when them niggas hated and they told me that it could not be
You's a muhfuckin' lie, motivate a nigga when you see him on the block
Tell me how it feel when you struggle with the bills, and your momma take pills, and you never seen your pop.
That put a dent right into my childhood,
Still praying that I want to live good.
Selling dope get you hoes and them nice cars,
I'm just thinking if I really should.
Small city young nigga with a mindset
Ain't never trying to be another convict
See I can't lose, and I won't quit
As long as God in my heart then I'm conscious
Remember when they said I wouldn't be shit?
People doubted that I ever had a gift
Who the fuck are you to judge me nigga? I will never let them sink my ship
Through the trials and tribulations, nigga still I stand, thank God in advance
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Growing up I wanted to be like Jordan,
Even though I couldn't really afford it.
Who's to say I can't be an Obama,
A Tiger Woods worth about a billion dollars?
Everybody wanna sell a little coke,
Cause it's cool to them niggas you know.
Nobody wanna be another judge.
Young niggas only looking for the plug (hope)
Watch your momma doing dope
Daddy locked in the pen
And you on your own
Gotta keep your head up
When you're tired and fed up
Better days gon' come
Better days gon' come
[Hook]
I feel you
To every girl who ain't never had a daddy, and every boy who ain't never have a mother
To that pretty woman lost in the world, who seem to think another man won't love her
All the homies locked up in the pen, who can never seem to dodge that trouble
Hold your head up high cause there's better days, hard times I was praying for them better ways
I don't know a niggas struggle but I know pain
Cold world but a nigga trying to maintain
Still praying for a little change
Bills due and I can't pay
Or when your money low when your rent late
And doc say granny gone after thirty days
You don't even know the half of my heartache
Too many I done lost is a heartbreak
And they wonder why this young nigga goin' hard I done came too far from my boulevard
Couple war wounds, few battle scars, but I'm still here living gotta thank God.
It's a cold world, it don't love you
Funny what a little faith and a hope do
Lord
[Hook:]
And I know my momma praying for me,
And my granny praying for me,
I'm hustling for my family and that's every day and night,
And the day I witnessed my daughter born it was the greatest day of my life, my life.
Yeah take a look in my eyes, look how far a nigga came
You can search my soul, you understand my pain
Nigga trust nobody, and that probably never change
With a little bit of hope, you can reach your dreams
[Verse 2:]
For anybody who done ever had a dream, you are just like me
Still beleving in myself even when them niggas hated and they told me that it could not be
You's a muhfuckin' lie, motivate a nigga when you see him on the block
Tell me how it feel when you struggle with the bills, and your momma take pills, and you never seen your pop.
That put a dent right into my childhood,
Still praying that I want to live good.
Selling dope get you hoes and them nice cars,
I'm just thinking if I really should.
Small city young nigga with a mindset
Ain't never trying to be another convict
See I can't lose, and I won't quit
As long as God in my heart then I'm conscious
Remember when they said I wouldn't be shit?
People doubted that I ever had a gift
Who the fuck are you to judge me nigga? I will never let them sink my ship
Through the trials and tribulations, nigga still I stand, thank God in advance
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Growing up I wanted to be like Jordan,
Even though I couldn't really afford it.
Who's to say I can't be an Obama,
A Tiger Woods worth about a billion dollars?
Everybody wanna sell a little coke,
Cause it's cool to them niggas you know.
Nobody wanna be another judge.
Young niggas only looking for the plug (hope)
Watch your momma doing dope
Daddy locked in the pen
And you on your own
Gotta keep your head up
When you're tired and fed up
Better days gon' come
Better days gon' come
[Hook]
Pray For Me lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Paranoid going through it Oh Lord! Somebody pray for me please somebody amen somebody
[Hook:]
Somebody pray for me somebody pray for me ain't got no fucking mind somebody help me please them niggas still snitching no common loyalty boy I'm so stressed out too many lawyer fees somebody pray for me somebody pray for me them pussy niggas mad they filled with jealousy I got that problem solver now where my enemies somebody pray for me somebody pray for me
[Verse 1:]
I think I'm going crazy I think I lost my mind feel like the feds watching I think they tapped my line I'm going through paranoia just paid another lawyer got to keep the devil off me I need some holy water Lord somebody pray for me somebody pray for me I got so much money bitch I can't go to sleep I lost my granny Georgia oh may she rest in peace I took a bunch of diamonds put 'em in my Jesus piece I'm sick and tired of crying all my niggas in the city dying either that or prison cells they doing so much time I just won't ever get it that clip gonna come extended the last nigga threatened mine I swear he end up missing
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm calling out to God I hope he get the message just bought a brand new choppa run up and you'll regret it my baby momma tripping that shit gonna have me stressing that money bring you haters but still know it's a blessing somebody pray for me somebody pray for me just 'cause I'm in the 'rari police wanna fuck with me they think I'm selling dope my neck a half a key my bitch is bad as hell she come from overseas this world is going crazy the streets is getting worser don't wanna get caught without it that's why I keep my burna oh please forgive me father the type to never bother you try my mother sister daughter you won't see tomorrow
[Hook]
Lord Lord somebody pray for me somebody somebody oh Lord!
Paranoid going through it Oh Lord! Somebody pray for me please somebody amen somebody
[Hook:]
Somebody pray for me somebody pray for me ain't got no fucking mind somebody help me please them niggas still snitching no common loyalty boy I'm so stressed out too many lawyer fees somebody pray for me somebody pray for me them pussy niggas mad they filled with jealousy I got that problem solver now where my enemies somebody pray for me somebody pray for me
[Verse 1:]
I think I'm going crazy I think I lost my mind feel like the feds watching I think they tapped my line I'm going through paranoia just paid another lawyer got to keep the devil off me I need some holy water Lord somebody pray for me somebody pray for me I got so much money bitch I can't go to sleep I lost my granny Georgia oh may she rest in peace I took a bunch of diamonds put 'em in my Jesus piece I'm sick and tired of crying all my niggas in the city dying either that or prison cells they doing so much time I just won't ever get it that clip gonna come extended the last nigga threatened mine I swear he end up missing
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm calling out to God I hope he get the message just bought a brand new choppa run up and you'll regret it my baby momma tripping that shit gonna have me stressing that money bring you haters but still know it's a blessing somebody pray for me somebody pray for me just 'cause I'm in the 'rari police wanna fuck with me they think I'm selling dope my neck a half a key my bitch is bad as hell she come from overseas this world is going crazy the streets is getting worser don't wanna get caught without it that's why I keep my burna oh please forgive me father the type to never bother you try my mother sister daughter you won't see tomorrow
[Hook]
Lord Lord somebody pray for me somebody somebody oh Lord!
Bugatti lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Future & Rick Ross)
[Intro: Future]
We the motherfucking best nigga
Ace Hood
It's Over, Future
[Bridge: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch
you and your model put that on my list
oh there he go in that Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the coroner in
murder she wrote, swallow a choke
Hit her and go, I won't call her again
woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whipping some shit with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
you pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
balling on niggas like Kobe
fuck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
repping my city I’m running my state
give me a pistol then run with the K’s
Niggas want beef then I visit your place
Bang!
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
> Yeah, and I'm at it again
there go the flow bringing tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
niggas is sweet bring them cavities in
counting money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
niggas is squares, cabin and pens
neck full of Gold Olympian shit
niggas is blowing their checks on the gear
fall on some pussy then hop on the leer
shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
living my life off of tuna
wanted with me I deliver the beef
real niggas only enjoying the feast
pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves
Bang
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
it's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
that’s why I hustle for the half a Ki that's 12 G’s
> I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP
you gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league
> Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet
left in a puddle finger prints is on a hundred mill
and what it is? Ricky Rosé and Ace Hood
we hella Trill
yeah
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
We the motherfucking best nigga
Ace Hood
It's Over, Future
[Bridge: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch
you and your model put that on my list
oh there he go in that Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the coroner in
murder she wrote, swallow a choke
Hit her and go, I won't call her again
woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whipping some shit with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
you pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
balling on niggas like Kobe
fuck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
repping my city I’m running my state
give me a pistol then run with the K’s
Niggas want beef then I visit your place
Bang!
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
> Yeah, and I'm at it again
there go the flow bringing tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
niggas is sweet bring them cavities in
counting money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
niggas is squares, cabin and pens
neck full of Gold Olympian shit
niggas is blowing their checks on the gear
fall on some pussy then hop on the leer
shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
living my life off of tuna
wanted with me I deliver the beef
real niggas only enjoying the feast
pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves
Bang
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
it's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
that’s why I hustle for the half a Ki that's 12 G’s
> I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP
you gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league
> Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet
left in a puddle finger prints is on a hundred mill
and what it is? Ricky Rosé and Ace Hood
we hella Trill
yeah
[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
How I'm Raised lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 1:]
I done been through hell and back but now a nigga still learn
Hope the Lord watch over me cause I'm a need his mercy
And I'm a put this real shit and this one in my verse
That's just how I'm raised
Ain't never snitched or told on my dawg
Ain't never copped a plea to get off
Ain't never testified on no stand
Ain't never point a hand at no man
I done seen gangstas, niggas turn stay
Seen some friends who turned into snakes
I ain't never took for granted no days
Start getting money, them niggas will hate
Pray every day cause a youngin do sin
Trap with that 40, don't need I'm a friend
Rack up a millie then do it again
Copped a Ferrari, I call that revenge
Wake up, I'm thinkin the Lord's giving
Kiss my lil daughter then hoped in the Benz
Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 2:]
I heard them people out there, be cautious
Bitch niggas runnin off like forces
That's the type of shit that get you in a coffin
No talkin, that 4-5 sparkin
Get money, no sleep, you crazy?
Get em higher but it really don't phase me
Straight cashin, I whip no payments
I make a movie like I know Pete Swaily
All of my life I just wanted to ball
Most of my niggas still dodging the law
Rest in peace to my homies that lost
Word to my fam, I do it for ya'll
Fuck all you pussies, you haters will ball
When you go broke there'll be no one to call
You's in em hustling hustling, Lord amen
Only interested if we talkin money
Clique full of real niggas with me and they all 100
Come now lay me down to sleep
Thank the Lord for every day I see
Told my mama put it all on me
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 1:]
I done been through hell and back but now a nigga still learn
Hope the Lord watch over me cause I'm a need his mercy
And I'm a put this real shit and this one in my verse
That's just how I'm raised
Ain't never snitched or told on my dawg
Ain't never copped a plea to get off
Ain't never testified on no stand
Ain't never point a hand at no man
I done seen gangstas, niggas turn stay
Seen some friends who turned into snakes
I ain't never took for granted no days
Start getting money, them niggas will hate
Pray every day cause a youngin do sin
Trap with that 40, don't need I'm a friend
Rack up a millie then do it again
Copped a Ferrari, I call that revenge
Wake up, I'm thinkin the Lord's giving
Kiss my lil daughter then hoped in the Benz
Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
[Verse 2:]
I heard them people out there, be cautious
Bitch niggas runnin off like forces
That's the type of shit that get you in a coffin
No talkin, that 4-5 sparkin
Get money, no sleep, you crazy?
Get em higher but it really don't phase me
Straight cashin, I whip no payments
I make a movie like I know Pete Swaily
All of my life I just wanted to ball
Most of my niggas still dodging the law
Rest in peace to my homies that lost
Word to my fam, I do it for ya'll
Fuck all you pussies, you haters will ball
When you go broke there'll be no one to call
You's in em hustling hustling, Lord amen
Only interested if we talkin money
Clique full of real niggas with me and they all 100
Come now lay me down to sleep
Thank the Lord for every day I see
Told my mama put it all on me
[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby
My Bible lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
I feel alright [x4]
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I can hear my granny speaking from the land of heaven
Pray I get the message, bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady barely see the reverend
Hope my life is right with Christ before it's Armageddon
Lord knows it's cold world and it ain't apologetic
Keep my bible on my side just know I'm armed and ready
If we got a problem, scriptures like 100 choppers
Ain't no weapon for what gets me to whatever prosper
Devils come in different forms watch for the impostors
Cause' everybody ain't your friends put that on my momma
Words of the wise, faith and hope will never die
Prayin to a higher God before I rest an eye
Seven angels on my collar must I testify?
Know some youngin's totin' guns before they baptized
Man this world is out of order, keep ya' holy water
Daddy gotta go, I kiss the cheek on my lil' daughter
Steady hustlin' just to support my covenant
Bible with me that's stronger than any government
I'm never worried devil lurking, trying to serve a purpose
Triple black phantom ghost, lord have mercy
Only God can judge me I never need attorney
Hear my momma prayin' for me on this lonely journey (amen)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
How sweet is the sound
Bloodsuckers, never trust em' I don't keep em' around
Holding on to my Jesus piece, no demons allowed
Put that ice in the crown, never preachin the foul
Know the snakes are watching
Every dollar to pocket
Jealousy in your soul, every nigga will gossip
Lord knows I'm sinning, timberlands in the trenches
Psalms 91, please lord protect those with me
Why they hate on me? I got my strap on me
It came with a million bullets come and test out these
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Got the word of God for any spirit that's there
Got the blood of Jesus on my white Nike Airs
Lion hearted lil' nigga with the force of a bear
I'm beast mode, never wanna see that side I suppose
And my eyes closing, praying for niggas with hate in they soul
Please guide my steps, cause' it's hell out there
Pussy niggas playin dirty tryin' to plan my death
20 Jesus pieces on me like I can't be touched
Every soul needs saved but it can't be rushed
People dying everyday just pray it ain't one of us
Keep my bible right beside me know what God I trust.
Yes lord, amen, amen
Long as I got my bible
Long as I got my bible
I scream (Jesus)
I feel alright [x4]
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I can hear my granny speaking from the land of heaven
Pray I get the message, bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady barely see the reverend
Hope my life is right with Christ before it's Armageddon
Lord knows it's cold world and it ain't apologetic
Keep my bible on my side just know I'm armed and ready
If we got a problem, scriptures like 100 choppers
Ain't no weapon for what gets me to whatever prosper
Devils come in different forms watch for the impostors
Cause' everybody ain't your friends put that on my momma
Words of the wise, faith and hope will never die
Prayin to a higher God before I rest an eye
Seven angels on my collar must I testify?
Know some youngin's totin' guns before they baptized
Man this world is out of order, keep ya' holy water
Daddy gotta go, I kiss the cheek on my lil' daughter
Steady hustlin' just to support my covenant
Bible with me that's stronger than any government
I'm never worried devil lurking, trying to serve a purpose
Triple black phantom ghost, lord have mercy
Only God can judge me I never need attorney
Hear my momma prayin' for me on this lonely journey (amen)
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
How sweet is the sound
Bloodsuckers, never trust em' I don't keep em' around
Holding on to my Jesus piece, no demons allowed
Put that ice in the crown, never preachin the foul
Know the snakes are watching
Every dollar to pocket
Jealousy in your soul, every nigga will gossip
Lord knows I'm sinning, timberlands in the trenches
Psalms 91, please lord protect those with me
Why they hate on me? I got my strap on me
It came with a million bullets come and test out these
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Got the word of God for any spirit that's there
Got the blood of Jesus on my white Nike Airs
Lion hearted lil' nigga with the force of a bear
I'm beast mode, never wanna see that side I suppose
And my eyes closing, praying for niggas with hate in they soul
Please guide my steps, cause' it's hell out there
Pussy niggas playin dirty tryin' to plan my death
20 Jesus pieces on me like I can't be touched
Every soul needs saved but it can't be rushed
People dying everyday just pray it ain't one of us
Keep my bible right beside me know what God I trust.
Yes lord, amen, amen
Long as I got my bible
Long as I got my bible
I scream (Jesus)
Mama lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Betty Wright)
[Hook: Betty Wright]
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
May eleven special, I was born in God's favor
Mama gave birth in tears through that hard labour
I just wanna thank you, ain't no way I could repay you
Strongest woman that I know, you've been my motivator
And just know I'll be everything that you said I would
Only focus is hoping that all my family good
A lot of ups and downs, a lot of hard times
A lot of cloudy days, prayin for that sun to shine
I was hard headed, granddaddy diabetic
Lord bless her soul, granny kept a fool ready
Five kids, three jobs, how you ever did it?
Tryna make a livin, hustle got me reminiscin
Daddy chose lust over all us
Tell me what's the type of man who never kept in touch
How do you feel? Mama showed me the real
Can't revover them years, too much emotion to feel
We was covered in bills, mama takin them pills
Got er stressin for days, then why the fuck ain't you here
It's why I love er to death, she was dead when they left
Prayin for me every day, Lord honor my steps
I hope you hear my Lord, if yo mama's around
Gotta cherish the love, gotta savor the smile
Never go for nothing, gotta keep it 100
You are the epitome of a strong black woman,
You hear me?
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Dear mama I just wanna say I love you
And if you left toda I don't know what I'd ever do
Sayin this boy ain't nothing like yo mama
Through the road blocks, fake friends and the drama
Mo grilfriends and a chick named karma
Real eyes realize I could call on er
Any time of day, any time of night
Been there from the start up on this journey called life
Now I'm 24 and grown, tourin doin shows
Thankful for it all, know it's been a bumpy road
As we starin at my Rollie, started reminiscin
Boy my bad ass, used to run from all them woopings
But I understand, made me a better man
You hear me mama told you would never want again
I put my pain on the beat, you fed it all to the streets
I'm a believer in me and I be livin the dream
Oh Lord, black boy bout to get feel
Who'da thought that I'd be countin up a couple mill?
All them TV and them magazines were label deals
Talkin bout the struggle, start to give a nigga chills
God it's the press, people still hate
Wasn't for my mama, don't know where I'd be today
Lord have mercy
Don't know where I'd be today
[Bridge: Betty Wright]
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me? [x2]
When all your friends, all your false friends are gone
You know mama's gonna stay and stay and stay and stay 'cause a mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Yea, that's how we do
That's how we do
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
When your friends tell you how they gon show up and come
And they know bout it there but got it mama
For your support I know you know about a mama
Oh you can count on mama all day, all night, anyway
Mama
I wanna talk about a mama
You know what I'm talkin about
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
May eleven special, I was born in God's favor
Mama gave birth in tears through that hard labour
I just wanna thank you, ain't no way I could repay you
Strongest woman that I know, you've been my motivator
And just know I'll be everything that you said I would
Only focus is hoping that all my family good
A lot of ups and downs, a lot of hard times
A lot of cloudy days, prayin for that sun to shine
I was hard headed, granddaddy diabetic
Lord bless her soul, granny kept a fool ready
Five kids, three jobs, how you ever did it?
Tryna make a livin, hustle got me reminiscin
Daddy chose lust over all us
Tell me what's the type of man who never kept in touch
How do you feel? Mama showed me the real
Can't revover them years, too much emotion to feel
We was covered in bills, mama takin them pills
Got er stressin for days, then why the fuck ain't you here
It's why I love er to death, she was dead when they left
Prayin for me every day, Lord honor my steps
I hope you hear my Lord, if yo mama's around
Gotta cherish the love, gotta savor the smile
Never go for nothing, gotta keep it 100
You are the epitome of a strong black woman,
You hear me?
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Dear mama I just wanna say I love you
And if you left toda I don't know what I'd ever do
Sayin this boy ain't nothing like yo mama
Through the road blocks, fake friends and the drama
Mo grilfriends and a chick named karma
Real eyes realize I could call on er
Any time of day, any time of night
Been there from the start up on this journey called life
Now I'm 24 and grown, tourin doin shows
Thankful for it all, know it's been a bumpy road
As we starin at my Rollie, started reminiscin
Boy my bad ass, used to run from all them woopings
But I understand, made me a better man
You hear me mama told you would never want again
I put my pain on the beat, you fed it all to the streets
I'm a believer in me and I be livin the dream
Oh Lord, black boy bout to get feel
Who'da thought that I'd be countin up a couple mill?
All them TV and them magazines were label deals
Talkin bout the struggle, start to give a nigga chills
God it's the press, people still hate
Wasn't for my mama, don't know where I'd be today
Lord have mercy
Don't know where I'd be today
[Bridge: Betty Wright]
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me? [x2]
When all your friends, all your false friends are gone
You know mama's gonna stay and stay and stay and stay 'cause a mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Yea, that's how we do
That's how we do
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
When your friends tell you how they gon show up and come
And they know bout it there but got it mama
For your support I know you know about a mama
Oh you can count on mama all day, all night, anyway
Mama
I wanna talk about a mama
You know what I'm talkin about
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Bugatti (Remix) lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Wiz Khalifa, T.I., Meek Mill, French Montana, 2 Chainz, Future, DJ Khaled, Birdman)
[Intro: Future and DJ Khaled]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Remix motherfucker!
Ace Hood!
This the remix!
[Hook 1: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me
Man y'all need a new hobby
Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say?
I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher
On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes
I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's
Dam, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque
We the best, runnin' every summer in fact
July 16th I'm bringin' the real back
Broward! Pussy
[Bridge: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick
Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get
Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip
And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch
And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce
And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
And it's paid for nigga
Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang
For that, in God we trust, we bang
I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti
I got a few young hotties wanna get shit poppin'
Right, put it in the light
Nigga got ice but it don't look right
If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight
I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
And all I want is money, leave the fame to you
I graduated out of gladiator school
So all I know is go like I'm trained to do
Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm mashin out
I let the top down in my Phantom drop
Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut
When you see me, I'm cashin' out
Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot
You keep carrying on, you getting carried out
Cause I don’t take ass whoopins, just pass ‘em out
Is this worth getting blasted about?
No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?
[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Money conversation
Get so high, I be scrapin'
Got my eyes like a Asian
In my ride, like I'm racin'
In the sky, like a plane
It's Gang or die
Ain't no lames up in my circle
Ain't no ho shit in my eyes
Throwin' money in the air
Poppin' bands and let it fly
Where I'm from, you come up short
Pull that thing and let it fly
You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm Marley
Got so much ink on my body
Brought so much drink to the party
I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 5: Birdman]
Fresh, whips
Candy on that money dip
Five hundred, I'm hood rich
Put in work, did a hundred flips
Been about them mansions
Stunna island, we packin'
Rich gang, we uptown
Nigga hardbody and mackin'
Tool on that back, nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mil' like it's a dollar
Stunt
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 6: French Montana]
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom now it's caught up, Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how 'melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I shown nigga how the metal feel
Fidel Castro with them cuban links
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga, no France
Hottest new niggas in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten M's
DJ Khaled up in there
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 7: 2 Chainz]
Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit
All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
Like this, I'mma say this
Fuck it, I'll say it
If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid
Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken
Add up my outfit, fashion statement
This the school of hard knocks, graduation
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 8: Ace Hood]
I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper
You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him
Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
Nigga
[Bridge: Future]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Remix motherfucker!
Ace Hood!
This the remix!
[Hook 1: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me
Man y'all need a new hobby
Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say?
I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher
On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes
I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's
Dam, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque
We the best, runnin' every summer in fact
July 16th I'm bringin' the real back
Broward! Pussy
[Bridge: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick
Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get
Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip
And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch
And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce
And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
And it's paid for nigga
Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang
For that, in God we trust, we bang
I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti
I got a few young hotties wanna get shit poppin'
Right, put it in the light
Nigga got ice but it don't look right
If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight
I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
And all I want is money, leave the fame to you
I graduated out of gladiator school
So all I know is go like I'm trained to do
Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm mashin out
I let the top down in my Phantom drop
Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut
When you see me, I'm cashin' out
Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot
You keep carrying on, you getting carried out
Cause I don’t take ass whoopins, just pass ‘em out
Is this worth getting blasted about?
No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?
[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Money conversation
Get so high, I be scrapin'
Got my eyes like a Asian
In my ride, like I'm racin'
In the sky, like a plane
It's Gang or die
Ain't no lames up in my circle
Ain't no ho shit in my eyes
Throwin' money in the air
Poppin' bands and let it fly
Where I'm from, you come up short
Pull that thing and let it fly
You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm Marley
Got so much ink on my body
Brought so much drink to the party
I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 5: Birdman]
Fresh, whips
Candy on that money dip
Five hundred, I'm hood rich
Put in work, did a hundred flips
Been about them mansions
Stunna island, we packin'
Rich gang, we uptown
Nigga hardbody and mackin'
Tool on that back, nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mil' like it's a dollar
Stunt
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 6: French Montana]
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom now it's caught up, Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how 'melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I shown nigga how the metal feel
Fidel Castro with them cuban links
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga, no France
Hottest new niggas in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten M's
DJ Khaled up in there
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 7: 2 Chainz]
Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit
All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
Like this, I'mma say this
Fuck it, I'll say it
If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid
Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken
Add up my outfit, fashion statement
This the school of hard knocks, graduation
[Bridge: Future]
[Verse 8: Ace Hood]
I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper
You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him
Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
Nigga
[Bridge: Future]
Have Mercy lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
Lord forgive ‘em, for they know not what they do
As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death See no pussy…
[Verse 1]
So I guess we finally meet again
Should I kill ‘em? Well, that all depends
Due to success I started losing friends
Nigga sleepin’, only reason he don’t follow trends
Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness
And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin’
They did me dirty, I may forgive ‘em, but won’t forget it
And not to mention, they wasn’t worthy of what I’m spittin’
It’s God’s will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it I’m so addicted to gettin’ it, I need intervention
The hottest spittin’, your favorite rapper scared to admit it
Have mercy, let me bow my head I count a million up, that’s deadly bread
Ain’t no more humble in me, shit is dead
Tell them pussy niggas I ain’t never scared
Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win
Say you comin’ for me? Pussy nigga, when?
I been coldhearted since I lost a twin I swear I love it when they hate,
I made a hit again I did this before my niggas, then
Use your bitch whenever like a membership
Never bothered over Twitter beef
We’ll probably never meet up where the money be
Me and Kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seats
Five grand just to see him hit a three Balenciagas on a nigga feet
Death to the competition, may they rest in peace
[Hook]
I know my mama prayin’ for me – I hope your mama prayin’ too
‘Cause me and my niggas gotta eat – we’ll die over these canned foods
Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’m sinnin’ every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’mma ride for my niggas, dog
[Verse 2]
What the fuck these niggas talkin’ ‘bout?
Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin’ ‘bout
Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon’ ride or die
No homicide, it’s suicide before I testify
That’s on my daughter, I’m runnin’ Florida, no kinda, sorta
And I hear ‘em talkin’, that money callin’, them out of order
Yeah, nigga – fuck all that talkin’, be ‘bout it, then
A lot of small talk, there they go runnin’ their mouth again
Bold nigga, ‘til they meet them gorillas
Fuck a cavalry, my niggas ain’t got no feelings
Money is the motive, family is the reason
On my mama, ain’t nobody ever came between it
And they never will, streets got me grippin’ steel
These scared niggas need to go to church or either
Dr. Phil I tell ‘em look me in my eyes, we are not the same
Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins
[Bridge]
Have mercy on ‘em… Bow your head…
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Pussy niggas still hatin’ hard
Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard
Bitch, I just went and blew another check
‘Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept
Jumpin’ up out that whip, I let my chain swing
Blood up on my sneakers like I gangbang
Every day’s a struggle tryna maintain
And free my real niggas in the chain gang I hear them broke niggas still talkin’
Watch your words, do be very cautious
You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin
Ain’t no talkin’, tell ‘em shock it once it go to sparkin’
Self-made Rollie and a pair of Js Hood nigga livin’ like I’m Bruce Wayne
New Ferrari kickin’ like it’s Liu Kang Real nigga, ain’t it true? 2 Chainz
[Hook]
Lord forgive ‘em, for they know not what they do
As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death See no pussy…
[Verse 1]
So I guess we finally meet again
Should I kill ‘em? Well, that all depends
Due to success I started losing friends
Nigga sleepin’, only reason he don’t follow trends
Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness
And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin’
They did me dirty, I may forgive ‘em, but won’t forget it
And not to mention, they wasn’t worthy of what I’m spittin’
It’s God’s will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it I’m so addicted to gettin’ it, I need intervention
The hottest spittin’, your favorite rapper scared to admit it
Have mercy, let me bow my head I count a million up, that’s deadly bread
Ain’t no more humble in me, shit is dead
Tell them pussy niggas I ain’t never scared
Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win
Say you comin’ for me? Pussy nigga, when?
I been coldhearted since I lost a twin I swear I love it when they hate,
I made a hit again I did this before my niggas, then
Use your bitch whenever like a membership
Never bothered over Twitter beef
We’ll probably never meet up where the money be
Me and Kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seats
Five grand just to see him hit a three Balenciagas on a nigga feet
Death to the competition, may they rest in peace
[Hook]
I know my mama prayin’ for me – I hope your mama prayin’ too
‘Cause me and my niggas gotta eat – we’ll die over these canned foods
Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’m sinnin’ every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’mma ride for my niggas, dog
[Verse 2]
What the fuck these niggas talkin’ ‘bout?
Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin’ ‘bout
Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon’ ride or die
No homicide, it’s suicide before I testify
That’s on my daughter, I’m runnin’ Florida, no kinda, sorta
And I hear ‘em talkin’, that money callin’, them out of order
Yeah, nigga – fuck all that talkin’, be ‘bout it, then
A lot of small talk, there they go runnin’ their mouth again
Bold nigga, ‘til they meet them gorillas
Fuck a cavalry, my niggas ain’t got no feelings
Money is the motive, family is the reason
On my mama, ain’t nobody ever came between it
And they never will, streets got me grippin’ steel
These scared niggas need to go to church or either
Dr. Phil I tell ‘em look me in my eyes, we are not the same
Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins
[Bridge]
Have mercy on ‘em… Bow your head…
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Pussy niggas still hatin’ hard
Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard
Bitch, I just went and blew another check
‘Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept
Jumpin’ up out that whip, I let my chain swing
Blood up on my sneakers like I gangbang
Every day’s a struggle tryna maintain
And free my real niggas in the chain gang I hear them broke niggas still talkin’
Watch your words, do be very cautious
You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin
Ain’t no talkin’, tell ‘em shock it once it go to sparkin’
Self-made Rollie and a pair of Js Hood nigga livin’ like I’m Bruce Wayne
New Ferrari kickin’ like it’s Liu Kang Real nigga, ain’t it true? 2 Chainz
[Hook]
Thugs Fall lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
Never had a problem when it came to pretty women
One thing about me never catch me catchin' feelings
Somethin' about you made me wanna change it all
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
[Verse 1:]
Thinkin' back in the days with the homies
We was runnin' them streets
Never wanted that love, she just wanted that D
Never ever did I cuddle in the bed – I gotta keep shit G
Never hug or kiss, it ain't me – never ride the Bentley on E
Pretty face with a body like "whoo!"
Good girl with a little bit of freak
Nothin' like the women that I meet
Yeah, she's special indeed
I was off the chain, I never thought I could change
Until I met the lady of my dreams
With your sexy ass and I swear you belong in some magazines
I got a thing for you baby... and it's more than the sex
See I'm talking bout love and affection
Never been, just show me directions
And she know she with a real nigga
No love for them other hoes
Tell her have that pussy ready when I get home
You already know...
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Look what you made me say
And I love it when I'm in it all night
Throw it back, goodness gracious
And I ain't never met nobody like you
And you will never meet a nigga like me
That's guaranteed...
And we both got a thing for one another, baby
So tell me, shorty, what's it really gon' be?
I ain't never been in love, I ain't never had a wife
You can probably be the one indeed
I'm a fly young man
Need a bad little bitch who in high demand
Girl I can't even lie – even thugs gon' fall
And I need you, baby
And I want you, girl
I can show you things
We can travel the world
Now you drivin' me crazy
With them curves all over
I let her ride that dick
Like my brand new Rover
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Outro: Kevin Cossum]
I need you, baby
You made fallin' in love easy, baby
But it feels so good when you know you got sombody
Not just anybody, girl, I need your body
Even thugs fall in love...
If I'm a fiend, I'll call your body drugs
Girl It's you and me, can't let 'em break us up
Girl, girl I feel like I can't get enough (can't get enough)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
(She probably have my baby...)
Probably have my baby...
(You know even thugs fall sometime, baby, but it ain't no thing)
(Can't even lie you got a real nigga open)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Never had a problem when it came to pretty women
One thing about me never catch me catchin' feelings
Somethin' about you made me wanna change it all
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
[Verse 1:]
Thinkin' back in the days with the homies
We was runnin' them streets
Never wanted that love, she just wanted that D
Never ever did I cuddle in the bed – I gotta keep shit G
Never hug or kiss, it ain't me – never ride the Bentley on E
Pretty face with a body like "whoo!"
Good girl with a little bit of freak
Nothin' like the women that I meet
Yeah, she's special indeed
I was off the chain, I never thought I could change
Until I met the lady of my dreams
With your sexy ass and I swear you belong in some magazines
I got a thing for you baby... and it's more than the sex
See I'm talking bout love and affection
Never been, just show me directions
And she know she with a real nigga
No love for them other hoes
Tell her have that pussy ready when I get home
You already know...
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Look what you made me say
And I love it when I'm in it all night
Throw it back, goodness gracious
And I ain't never met nobody like you
And you will never meet a nigga like me
That's guaranteed...
And we both got a thing for one another, baby
So tell me, shorty, what's it really gon' be?
I ain't never been in love, I ain't never had a wife
You can probably be the one indeed
I'm a fly young man
Need a bad little bitch who in high demand
Girl I can't even lie – even thugs gon' fall
And I need you, baby
And I want you, girl
I can show you things
We can travel the world
Now you drivin' me crazy
With them curves all over
I let her ride that dick
Like my brand new Rover
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Outro: Kevin Cossum]
I need you, baby
You made fallin' in love easy, baby
But it feels so good when you know you got sombody
Not just anybody, girl, I need your body
Even thugs fall in love...
If I'm a fiend, I'll call your body drugs
Girl It's you and me, can't let 'em break us up
Girl, girl I feel like I can't get enough (can't get enough)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
(She probably have my baby...)
Probably have my baby...
(You know even thugs fall sometime, baby, but it ain't no thing)
(Can't even lie you got a real nigga open)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Disloyal lyrics - Ace Hood
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
Until he ratted on the crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Snitchin' niggas get buried
Young niggas be killers,
Choppers leavin' my bed,
Fuck you with your feelings
Ain't no talking to the police, never turn on my pix
Loyalty for my dogs, nigga MOB
Still gotta wash the people you round,
Post them niggas playin' them down
These looking smile with you and talking bout you
Everytime you're not around
Boy that's whole shit to the finest,
What the fuck you on em,
All my niggas on papers,
All about that drama,
Wait! Huh, oh you ain't no,
How do not trust me nobody you know?
Family close, enemies close, the reason I ride em I creep em to toaster
That's on the law, never you know, it could be police that selling you dope
Someone you nigga they work for the folks
Just letting you know
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Can now real niggas getting paper?
Ho niggas they in, ride it out for my bro
Now hate the shit that they near me
I murb the fool for my mama, I die today for my daughter,
I lose it all right now, I'm a make it back tomorrow
At the same time we go harder, this snitchin nigga keep talking
In the cold room and they take stayin
Boy to my ', some home boys they loyal
In most them bitches they ain't ride us
She don't fuck you and go do another, pulling up in your,.. wait!
Ho you ain't know, I do not trust in nobody you know
Time is money I'm here for the dough,
Promise to God ain't no love for them hoes,
Get a little money your friends on the foes
These niggas ain't loyal
These niggas ain't loyal
Ain't made from the same...
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Time is money
These niggas ain't got no...
I heard you snitchin
Where we from we count the...
These niggas say they loyal
No no no no
These niggas say they loyal.
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
And I ain't waste it in on you
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
Until he ratted on the crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Snitchin' niggas get buried
Young niggas be killers,
Choppers leavin' my bed,
Fuck you with your feelings
Ain't no talking to the police, never turn on my pix
Loyalty for my dogs, nigga MOB
Still gotta wash the people you round,
Post them niggas playin' them down
These looking smile with you and talking bout you
Everytime you're not around
Boy that's whole shit to the finest,
What the fuck you on em,
All my niggas on papers,
All about that drama,
Wait! Huh, oh you ain't no,
How do not trust me nobody you know?
Family close, enemies close, the reason I ride em I creep em to toaster
That's on the law, never you know, it could be police that selling you dope
Someone you nigga they work for the folks
Just letting you know
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Can now real niggas getting paper?
Ho niggas they in, ride it out for my bro
Now hate the shit that they near me
I murb the fool for my mama, I die today for my daughter,
I lose it all right now, I'm a make it back tomorrow
At the same time we go harder, this snitchin nigga keep talking
In the cold room and they take stayin
Boy to my ', some home boys they loyal
In most them bitches they ain't ride us
She don't fuck you and go do another, pulling up in your,.. wait!
Ho you ain't know, I do not trust in nobody you know
Time is money I'm here for the dough,
Promise to God ain't no love for them hoes,
Get a little money your friends on the foes
These niggas ain't loyal
These niggas ain't loyal
Ain't made from the same...
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Time is money
These niggas ain't got no...
I heard you snitchin
Where we from we count the...
These niggas say they loyal
No no no no
These niggas say they loyal.
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
mixtape: "Starvation 2" (2013)
- Root Of Evil (Intro) lyrics - Ace Hood
- Goin' Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Meek Mill)
- Got Damn lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Plies)
- Fuck Em All lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)
- Fuck Da World lyrics - Ace Hood
- Lil Nigga (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood
- Why lyrics - Ace Hood
- Want 4 Nothing lyrics - Ace Hood
- M.O.B lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Choo Choo)
- Take Yo Bitch lyrics - Ace Hood
- On Right Now lyrics - Ace Hood
- Famous Girl lyrics - Ace Hood
- Art Of Deception lyrics - Ace Hood
- Motive lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
- Ball 4 Eva lyrics - Ace Hood
- Just A Sample (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood
- This N That lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)
- Trailer lyrics - Ace Hood
- Dec 31st lyrics - Ace Hood
Root Of Evil (Intro) lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
God bless you pussy niggas
...keep on fuckin
Amen
God bless you pussy niggas
Yep yep yep yea
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Keep it 100, I’m countin this money, they know what it be
Couple them diamonds, them bitches be shinin, they know that it’s me
Niggas be sleep til I hop on the beat and they wake up the beast
Fuck what you talkin, don’t like what you say then them choppas can speak
Bang! Bang! Chief Keef voice nigga (nigga)
Come through the hood in the Roll Royce, Ghost nigga
Hallelujah (praise God), hallelujah (praise God)
Thank the jeweler, he precare and send a mule
Rockin so much ice I’m like a walkin cooler
We so damn exclusive they should pay-per-view it
Fuck niggas stop that hate
Go and get yourself some paper
Fuck around, meet your maker
Next day front page of the paper woo
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Back in the building, my coupe got no ceiling so haters can see
Fresh on the molly, get money my hobby, you got it, capish
Oh God, oh God, not talkin Big Sean but I give her the D!
Pull up the 2 seater, I’m ballin Lou Kima like Adrian P
Clique full of real niggas
Walk in the club with yo bitch and I bet that I still get er
Real shit, paranoid I keep a full clip
Woke up this morning, I’m counting this money, I’m out of my mind I’m just tryina survive
Got to go get it, no need to decide
Benjamin Franklins all in my eyes
Some people round have the devil inside
Stick with my niggas, we never divide, no!
‘Cause I don’t really trust niggas
Just might say a prayer for you fuck niggas
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
God bless you pussy niggas
...keep on fuckin
Amen
God bless you pussy niggas
Yep yep yep yea
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Keep it 100, I’m countin this money, they know what it be
Couple them diamonds, them bitches be shinin, they know that it’s me
Niggas be sleep til I hop on the beat and they wake up the beast
Fuck what you talkin, don’t like what you say then them choppas can speak
Bang! Bang! Chief Keef voice nigga (nigga)
Come through the hood in the Roll Royce, Ghost nigga
Hallelujah (praise God), hallelujah (praise God)
Thank the jeweler, he precare and send a mule
Rockin so much ice I’m like a walkin cooler
We so damn exclusive they should pay-per-view it
Fuck niggas stop that hate
Go and get yourself some paper
Fuck around, meet your maker
Next day front page of the paper woo
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Back in the building, my coupe got no ceiling so haters can see
Fresh on the molly, get money my hobby, you got it, capish
Oh God, oh God, not talkin Big Sean but I give her the D!
Pull up the 2 seater, I’m ballin Lou Kima like Adrian P
Clique full of real niggas
Walk in the club with yo bitch and I bet that I still get er
Real shit, paranoid I keep a full clip
Woke up this morning, I’m counting this money, I’m out of my mind I’m just tryina survive
Got to go get it, no need to decide
Benjamin Franklins all in my eyes
Some people round have the devil inside
Stick with my niggas, we never divide, no!
‘Cause I don’t really trust niggas
Just might say a prayer for you fuck niggas
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
Goin' Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Meek Mill)
[Intro]
Real niggas came to party (Ace Hood)
Real nggas came to party
[Chorus]
I say Lord have Mercy all I wanted was a beamer
Had no pot to piss in, n now I'm living thank you Jesus
Now my rolley flooded, n I'm not talkin bout Katrina
Know I roam the city, couple thousand for ma sneakers
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bring the kush, or Ciroc Its Goin Down
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bad bitches bring the whips Its Goin' Down
[Ace Hood]
Okay, Happy birthday nigga everyday I'm gettin cake
Whats the day? Its Tuesday, bitch I might blow a hunnin' K (YEAH)
Fuck that nigga they sleepin, must not have raised the stakes
Can't play with a nigga, no way drop as white as mayonaise
Holy shit betta watch yo bitch, frito lay gotta stack dem chips
Keep that tool on me oh shit, and i keep 2 clips my nigga don't trip
Boy you talk I get money, ridin' round in that new 600
With them young niggas on the block who run it, Evil kinevil boy we stunt
Millionaire nigga I got diamonds on my dick
Boy my swagger dope, I'm talkin 20 kilo bricks
Just bought me an aston, n it came with a spanish bitch
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch
[Chorus]
[Meek Mill]
Okay I'll go into ma beast mode, rapper niggas I eat those
Tell a bitch take a deep breath, then bend them knees like a freethrow
I don't want me no good girl, cause i fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, n it starring me with that Lee Rose
I ball hard like D Rose, my sash of closet
Racks all in my pocket, these racks all in deposit
I got racks all on my conscious, money all on my mind
I got shooters on my team, n they got bodies on ignite
Look at that bad bitch right there (right there), see that body on that dime
I ain't swimmin in no hoe, you know I'm prolly that my grind
All these niggas hatin' on me (me), but I ain't on that time
Cause I be in that back nigga, I ain't talkin bout fire (Woah)
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
Ahem, Now let's all say a prayer, since my swagger such a killer (Amen)
Might just buy a chicken, give her that dick fillet for dinner
Nigga don't want no problems, pistol prolly get you this figure
Lookin' at all my diamonds, it ain't hard to tell the winner
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
That potato on the barrel no sound
You see them forin, you see we tourin
Me and Meek Milly realest niggas born (Pray)
[Chorus]
Real niggas came to party (Ace Hood)
Real nggas came to party
[Chorus]
I say Lord have Mercy all I wanted was a beamer
Had no pot to piss in, n now I'm living thank you Jesus
Now my rolley flooded, n I'm not talkin bout Katrina
Know I roam the city, couple thousand for ma sneakers
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bring the kush, or Ciroc Its Goin Down
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bad bitches bring the whips Its Goin' Down
[Ace Hood]
Okay, Happy birthday nigga everyday I'm gettin cake
Whats the day? Its Tuesday, bitch I might blow a hunnin' K (YEAH)
Fuck that nigga they sleepin, must not have raised the stakes
Can't play with a nigga, no way drop as white as mayonaise
Holy shit betta watch yo bitch, frito lay gotta stack dem chips
Keep that tool on me oh shit, and i keep 2 clips my nigga don't trip
Boy you talk I get money, ridin' round in that new 600
With them young niggas on the block who run it, Evil kinevil boy we stunt
Millionaire nigga I got diamonds on my dick
Boy my swagger dope, I'm talkin 20 kilo bricks
Just bought me an aston, n it came with a spanish bitch
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch
[Chorus]
[Meek Mill]
Okay I'll go into ma beast mode, rapper niggas I eat those
Tell a bitch take a deep breath, then bend them knees like a freethrow
I don't want me no good girl, cause i fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, n it starring me with that Lee Rose
I ball hard like D Rose, my sash of closet
Racks all in my pocket, these racks all in deposit
I got racks all on my conscious, money all on my mind
I got shooters on my team, n they got bodies on ignite
Look at that bad bitch right there (right there), see that body on that dime
I ain't swimmin in no hoe, you know I'm prolly that my grind
All these niggas hatin' on me (me), but I ain't on that time
Cause I be in that back nigga, I ain't talkin bout fire (Woah)
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
Ahem, Now let's all say a prayer, since my swagger such a killer (Amen)
Might just buy a chicken, give her that dick fillet for dinner
Nigga don't want no problems, pistol prolly get you this figure
Lookin' at all my diamonds, it ain't hard to tell the winner
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
That potato on the barrel no sound
You see them forin, you see we tourin
Me and Meek Milly realest niggas born (Pray)
[Chorus]
Got Damn lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Plies)
[Intro]
Oh yea?
That’s how you feel huh young niggas?
You gon pull up in that motherfuckin Ford like that there
50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket with that bad bitch
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
Bitch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love
Big money nigga, quarter millie on the juice
Ballin like a bitch, I made the ESPN news
Home boy, you can never play me for a fool
Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that’s who keep the tool
I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall ass
Bet your money she gon fuck me for that brown bag
I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - nigga you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Plies]
I was in the trap, crack or kick the do’
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Crack a ice mean nigga where the snow
Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow?
Dead croopers, I’mma buy 100 Chevy
And gave em all away to all the young niggas
Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper
Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened?
Asked me did I fuck his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember
Now did she suck me? That’s a strong possibility
Hit him with the 9, he got his shit down
10 racks kush and I say your chain man
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Okay now fat black ‘Maro, bitches call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them niggas pussy lucky, I don’t call names
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s
I be wailin on you niggas, stylin on you niggas
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera
Get it!
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
Oh yea?
That’s how you feel huh young niggas?
You gon pull up in that motherfuckin Ford like that there
50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket with that bad bitch
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
Bitch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love
Big money nigga, quarter millie on the juice
Ballin like a bitch, I made the ESPN news
Home boy, you can never play me for a fool
Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that’s who keep the tool
I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall ass
Bet your money she gon fuck me for that brown bag
I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - nigga you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Plies]
I was in the trap, crack or kick the do’
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Crack a ice mean nigga where the snow
Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow?
Dead croopers, I’mma buy 100 Chevy
And gave em all away to all the young niggas
Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper
Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened?
Asked me did I fuck his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember
Now did she suck me? That’s a strong possibility
Hit him with the 9, he got his shit down
10 racks kush and I say your chain man
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Okay now fat black ‘Maro, bitches call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them niggas pussy lucky, I don’t call names
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s
I be wailin on you niggas, stylin on you niggas
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera
Get it!
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
Fuck Em All lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 1]
Put that on Jehovah, nigga, never goin’ broke
Twenty Jesus pieces, crackers think I’m sellin’ dope
Rollie presidential, I encourage you to vote
My pistol named Molly, pop it ‘til you overdose
Ain’t no time for a hater – got a date with the paper
Weigh the money then bag it – cop a watch out of Jacob
Treat the Porsche like a bucket, back in the day owned a Cutlass
My watch is so disrespectful, haters so disappointed
So what the fuck is you talkin’? Tell them pussies I’m ballin’
Got a suite at the Ritz, I’m fuckin’ somebody’s daughter
Keep a Ray Allen with me, all hail to the shooter
Hit the strip club, nigga – spread the rough like a rumor
You know…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 2]
Blowin’ money stuntin’ screamin’ motherfuck a budget
458 Ferrai function, soon I’ll hit the button
A couple engine revers, bet you have it comin’, suck it
A chopper in the trunk, my cousin he don’t do discussions
Count the dough ‘til I’m dead, fuck the judge and the Feds
First check, nigga blew it – hundred thousand advance
Fuck that play money, nigga – spit the grip on the villa
Virgin Islands we livin’, eatin’ lobster and fritters
Them niggas hate that I got it, most my bitches exotic
Pullin’ up in the foreign, I bet that dope is provided
I know you see me with my jewels on
I die today, then put some diamonds on my tomb stone
Fuck boy – until then…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 1]
Put that on Jehovah, nigga, never goin’ broke
Twenty Jesus pieces, crackers think I’m sellin’ dope
Rollie presidential, I encourage you to vote
My pistol named Molly, pop it ‘til you overdose
Ain’t no time for a hater – got a date with the paper
Weigh the money then bag it – cop a watch out of Jacob
Treat the Porsche like a bucket, back in the day owned a Cutlass
My watch is so disrespectful, haters so disappointed
So what the fuck is you talkin’? Tell them pussies I’m ballin’
Got a suite at the Ritz, I’m fuckin’ somebody’s daughter
Keep a Ray Allen with me, all hail to the shooter
Hit the strip club, nigga – spread the rough like a rumor
You know…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 2]
Blowin’ money stuntin’ screamin’ motherfuck a budget
458 Ferrai function, soon I’ll hit the button
A couple engine revers, bet you have it comin’, suck it
A chopper in the trunk, my cousin he don’t do discussions
Count the dough ‘til I’m dead, fuck the judge and the Feds
First check, nigga blew it – hundred thousand advance
Fuck that play money, nigga – spit the grip on the villa
Virgin Islands we livin’, eatin’ lobster and fritters
Them niggas hate that I got it, most my bitches exotic
Pullin’ up in the foreign, I bet that dope is provided
I know you see me with my jewels on
I die today, then put some diamonds on my tomb stone
Fuck boy – until then…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
Fuck Da World lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
Dear heavenly father
I come to you today
To remove all these evil spirits
Keep us out of harm’s way
Never allow us to die broke
[Verse 1]
I pray for them children who woke up this morning and lost they life
How dare the government passin’ these laws to remove the Christ
As soon as a tragedy happen the person you call is God
Now people obeyin’ and prayin’, they prayin’ I’m sayin’ it’s odd
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
But sit back and pray as we watchin’ the news and we take the abuse
What train of thought is tellin’ you shoot up a movie theatre?
What kind of fool gon’ walk in a school and off them angels?
It could me my moms, my brother or sister, a friend that I knew
The funny thing is, it could’ve been me, it could’ve been you
I’m tired of people complainin’ about the little shit
When I just lost my grandmother to that cancer bitch
You woke up this morning – why the fuck is you mad?
You broke as a joke – get up off your ass
I hustle like niggas is broke even though I be countin’ the cash
I gotta get it – like I’m down to my last
Put that on my mama, don’t wanna go through them tears again
‘Cause when you are broke, it’s nobody there, including your friends
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
You can hate it or love it, but youngin’ I’m simply speakin’ the truth
[Verse 2]
I woke up this morning and I got the news that my homie was shot
Out on the block and in front of his daughter, believe it or not
Good people are sayin’ and prayin’ for innocent murders to stop
We livin’ in Hell and it’s easy to tell some people are sharks
Who are you people to judge me ‘cause of the way that I live?
The weight of that crime, the things that I did, the person I am
Everyone got opinions but niggas as broke as a joke
I went to them schools and spoke to the children that need it the most
I gave away toys, I gave ‘em a speech, delivered ‘em hope
It’s a blessing to become a blessing, my mama would set it in stone
Fuck these niggas hatin’ on me
Hate is such a week emotion
And money is the root of evil
But that’s that shit that keeps me focused
Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m a father
No pain can describe on how to reside with losin’ a daughter
Fuck this world – the ignorance too
They want me to fall, but still I continue to lace up and shoot
Society’s being misleaded, I’m simply giving you proof
Them people is sellin’ these lies, I’m simply speakin’ the truth
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Dear heavenly father
I come to you today
To remove all these evil spirits
Keep us out of harm’s way
Never allow us to die broke
[Verse 1]
I pray for them children who woke up this morning and lost they life
How dare the government passin’ these laws to remove the Christ
As soon as a tragedy happen the person you call is God
Now people obeyin’ and prayin’, they prayin’ I’m sayin’ it’s odd
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
But sit back and pray as we watchin’ the news and we take the abuse
What train of thought is tellin’ you shoot up a movie theatre?
What kind of fool gon’ walk in a school and off them angels?
It could me my moms, my brother or sister, a friend that I knew
The funny thing is, it could’ve been me, it could’ve been you
I’m tired of people complainin’ about the little shit
When I just lost my grandmother to that cancer bitch
You woke up this morning – why the fuck is you mad?
You broke as a joke – get up off your ass
I hustle like niggas is broke even though I be countin’ the cash
I gotta get it – like I’m down to my last
Put that on my mama, don’t wanna go through them tears again
‘Cause when you are broke, it’s nobody there, including your friends
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
You can hate it or love it, but youngin’ I’m simply speakin’ the truth
[Verse 2]
I woke up this morning and I got the news that my homie was shot
Out on the block and in front of his daughter, believe it or not
Good people are sayin’ and prayin’ for innocent murders to stop
We livin’ in Hell and it’s easy to tell some people are sharks
Who are you people to judge me ‘cause of the way that I live?
The weight of that crime, the things that I did, the person I am
Everyone got opinions but niggas as broke as a joke
I went to them schools and spoke to the children that need it the most
I gave away toys, I gave ‘em a speech, delivered ‘em hope
It’s a blessing to become a blessing, my mama would set it in stone
Fuck these niggas hatin’ on me
Hate is such a week emotion
And money is the root of evil
But that’s that shit that keeps me focused
Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m a father
No pain can describe on how to reside with losin’ a daughter
Fuck this world – the ignorance too
They want me to fall, but still I continue to lace up and shoot
Society’s being misleaded, I’m simply giving you proof
Them people is sellin’ these lies, I’m simply speakin’ the truth
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Lil Nigga (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood
Well it’s gotta be one of the unwritten laws
Supportin that we all guiding us ah?
Them lil niggas out in the world lost nowadays
Lil nigga from a small city
17, he playin 4 door, roll with it
Lil nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Lil nigga all A’s and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the lil nigga focused on his grades
Doin the college vengeance to Florida State
Lil nigga got his mind right
Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Oh girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Lil nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Lil nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So lil nigga tryina make a way
Said fuck it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that lil nigga told him crime pays
Lil nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, lil nigga started seein cake
After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base
Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time lil nigga on some other shit
Lil nigga thuggin, motherfuckin scholarship
Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, lil nigga had a gift
Lil nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Lil nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper
Lil nigga ruined by society
Lil nigga screw up his priorities
Lil nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that lil nigga – couple grand
At first that lil nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talkin crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday
Lil nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple lil niggas in the driveway
Lil nigga mama gone, she’ll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it’s getting late
Lil nigga said he home but shit let’s make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So lil nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Lil nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, lil nigga dead
Supportin that we all guiding us ah?
Them lil niggas out in the world lost nowadays
Lil nigga from a small city
17, he playin 4 door, roll with it
Lil nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Lil nigga all A’s and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the lil nigga focused on his grades
Doin the college vengeance to Florida State
Lil nigga got his mind right
Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Oh girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Lil nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Lil nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So lil nigga tryina make a way
Said fuck it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that lil nigga told him crime pays
Lil nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, lil nigga started seein cake
After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base
Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time lil nigga on some other shit
Lil nigga thuggin, motherfuckin scholarship
Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, lil nigga had a gift
Lil nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Lil nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper
Lil nigga ruined by society
Lil nigga screw up his priorities
Lil nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that lil nigga – couple grand
At first that lil nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talkin crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday
Lil nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple lil niggas in the driveway
Lil nigga mama gone, she’ll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it’s getting late
Lil nigga said he home but shit let’s make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So lil nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Lil nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, lil nigga dead
Why lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
I wonder why
And I wonder why
Bad things happen to good people, you know?
I mean we all gotta die I guess, huh?
Eh
[Verse]
Uh, I wonder why these niggas hatin on me
Probly the reason most them bitches waitin on me
Shit, they just tell me kill them with success my nigga
Still wonderin why my daddy wasn’t a father figure
Just the thought of thinkin bout it makes me fuckin mad
Did my mama proud and put her right into that ladies Jag
She cried a hundred tears, I prayed a hundred times
I wish my grandmother could see this with her own eyes
I’m wonderin why God took her but I’m not one to question
Conversation with my niggas on how we came from nothing
I wonder why this world is crazy, babies having babies
I wonder why these women shady screamin he should pay me
Go to court and they get half, I think that shit is crazy
Now you forced to give that crib and that new white Mercedes
I’m wonderin why I love my niggas but I don’t love these hoes
I’m sittin behind closed doors but only Lord knows
Truth told my savior is 7 0’s
But who knows? I’d rather die with a rich soul
Wonder with Mick Romney ever felt neglected
Since Obama’s last election
You might not like it but they will respect it
Another fold just as we all expected…
[Interlude]
I got many questions
I wonder
I wonder why 4-50 had that
Take that trip to North Carolina
I wonder would he still be here with me, you know?
I miss my nigga anyway
I wonder why
[Verse]
I wonder why the good die young
I wonder why they hatin where I’m from
I wonder why I never gave a fuck
Made a couple mill but that shit ain’t enough
I wonder why these rappers tryina steal my style
All these wannabes are like some circus clowns
I wonder why I lost my daughter Lyric Star
Why them complications happened to her heart
Got so many questions, not too many answers
Lost so many niggas, granny to the cancer
I wonder why I got a crazy ass baby momma
Every other day is like some kind of fuckin drama
Wonder why these people out here sleepin on me
I wonder why the money turnin people phony
I done seen some niggas turn against they homies
Funny when I was broke them bitches didn’t know me
Shit is fucked up, sister having tough luck
Wonder why them pussy niggas mad ‘cause I came up
I just copped a new crib, Aston on the way ho
Pocket full of pesos, made nigga – case closed
I wonder why these hoes love a nigga
Prolly ‘cause these diamonds make that pussy quiver
I’m gon fuck her good and she gon cry a river
Bad yella bitch and I’m in love wit er
I wonder why, I wonder why
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
[Interlude]
I wonder
You know
I don’t understand how niggas can
Chase women but not money
I wonder, you know?
Or
How you can hate on another man
Provide for his family
Maybe it’s just me
I wonder though, you know?
[Outro]
Oh shit shit shit my bad
I wasn’t even payin attention
Shit go ahead, one more time with that
I wonder why
And I wonder why
Bad things happen to good people, you know?
I mean we all gotta die I guess, huh?
Eh
[Verse]
Uh, I wonder why these niggas hatin on me
Probly the reason most them bitches waitin on me
Shit, they just tell me kill them with success my nigga
Still wonderin why my daddy wasn’t a father figure
Just the thought of thinkin bout it makes me fuckin mad
Did my mama proud and put her right into that ladies Jag
She cried a hundred tears, I prayed a hundred times
I wish my grandmother could see this with her own eyes
I’m wonderin why God took her but I’m not one to question
Conversation with my niggas on how we came from nothing
I wonder why this world is crazy, babies having babies
I wonder why these women shady screamin he should pay me
Go to court and they get half, I think that shit is crazy
Now you forced to give that crib and that new white Mercedes
I’m wonderin why I love my niggas but I don’t love these hoes
I’m sittin behind closed doors but only Lord knows
Truth told my savior is 7 0’s
But who knows? I’d rather die with a rich soul
Wonder with Mick Romney ever felt neglected
Since Obama’s last election
You might not like it but they will respect it
Another fold just as we all expected…
[Interlude]
I got many questions
I wonder
I wonder why 4-50 had that
Take that trip to North Carolina
I wonder would he still be here with me, you know?
I miss my nigga anyway
I wonder why
[Verse]
I wonder why the good die young
I wonder why they hatin where I’m from
I wonder why I never gave a fuck
Made a couple mill but that shit ain’t enough
I wonder why these rappers tryina steal my style
All these wannabes are like some circus clowns
I wonder why I lost my daughter Lyric Star
Why them complications happened to her heart
Got so many questions, not too many answers
Lost so many niggas, granny to the cancer
I wonder why I got a crazy ass baby momma
Every other day is like some kind of fuckin drama
Wonder why these people out here sleepin on me
I wonder why the money turnin people phony
I done seen some niggas turn against they homies
Funny when I was broke them bitches didn’t know me
Shit is fucked up, sister having tough luck
Wonder why them pussy niggas mad ‘cause I came up
I just copped a new crib, Aston on the way ho
Pocket full of pesos, made nigga – case closed
I wonder why these hoes love a nigga
Prolly ‘cause these diamonds make that pussy quiver
I’m gon fuck her good and she gon cry a river
Bad yella bitch and I’m in love wit er
I wonder why, I wonder why
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
[Interlude]
I wonder
You know
I don’t understand how niggas can
Chase women but not money
I wonder, you know?
Or
How you can hate on another man
Provide for his family
Maybe it’s just me
I wonder though, you know?
[Outro]
Oh shit shit shit my bad
I wasn’t even payin attention
Shit go ahead, one more time with that
Want 4 Nothing lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Aye
Uh
Realest shit ever said that
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 1:]
Man I don't I take my long way from drinkin hella sugar water
Was dreamin but that Bentley though cause I could not afford it
To the backseat of that Phantom, writtin deuces in the corner
Workin that 9 to 5, I swear I hated takin orders
Lord just bring me guidance, bills started to pilin
Mama was steady cryin and plus a marriage was dyin
I was so sick of the bullshit, never did have a scholarship
Daddy left me young, until this day I won't acknowledge him
How I motherfuckin did it
Yea nigga, we did it
Me and my niggas winnin, plus I made a couple million
Now my mama got a crib, plus the lastest Jag
Know I love my daughter, she a spoiled little brat
So it's...
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 2:]
Okay now fresh up off the block, my nigga guess who out the hood
Made it out the struggle, got my people living good
Always wanted to ball and now I'm courtside on the wood
Had the biggest dreams, you could do it if I could
I swear to God a nigga live it, sky's never the limit
Go and get it regardless, them hard times are prevented
I just wanna see my daughter live a life I never had
If all my people starve I will sacrifice my last
Sun up to sun down nigga I be getting cash
Opportunity knock, I bet I never let it pass
I been through a lot of shit, seen better days
Kiss my baby girl then I go and get the cake
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Outro:]
Real nigga shit
It's real nigga shit
Niggas don't want for nothing
It's real nigga shit
People don't want for nothing, nothing
Start fresh
Aye
Uh
Realest shit ever said that
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 1:]
Man I don't I take my long way from drinkin hella sugar water
Was dreamin but that Bentley though cause I could not afford it
To the backseat of that Phantom, writtin deuces in the corner
Workin that 9 to 5, I swear I hated takin orders
Lord just bring me guidance, bills started to pilin
Mama was steady cryin and plus a marriage was dyin
I was so sick of the bullshit, never did have a scholarship
Daddy left me young, until this day I won't acknowledge him
How I motherfuckin did it
Yea nigga, we did it
Me and my niggas winnin, plus I made a couple million
Now my mama got a crib, plus the lastest Jag
Know I love my daughter, she a spoiled little brat
So it's...
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 2:]
Okay now fresh up off the block, my nigga guess who out the hood
Made it out the struggle, got my people living good
Always wanted to ball and now I'm courtside on the wood
Had the biggest dreams, you could do it if I could
I swear to God a nigga live it, sky's never the limit
Go and get it regardless, them hard times are prevented
I just wanna see my daughter live a life I never had
If all my people starve I will sacrifice my last
Sun up to sun down nigga I be getting cash
Opportunity knock, I bet I never let it pass
I been through a lot of shit, seen better days
Kiss my baby girl then I go and get the cake
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Outro:]
Real nigga shit
It's real nigga shit
Niggas don't want for nothing
It's real nigga shit
People don't want for nothing, nothing
Start fresh
M.O.B lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Choo Choo)
[Intro]
At the end of the day my nigga
I do this shit for my family
And my niggas dawg
You feel me?
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
You lookin at the hottest nigga in the city
Fuck the city, how this nigga in my state?
Free the nigga Boosie Boo, I hope he beat the case
Keepin blunt and counting money, nigga that’s every day
Back and I’m on my block lookin like 100 bricks
Nigga don’t want no problem, choppa catch a 50
Chain so disrespectful yall should slap my jeweler
Walkin around this bitch, I think I’m with The Ruler
Countin another mill, I’m screamin hallelujah
Spit the type of dope that get shipped yall to Cuba
Anybody want that work I got a clean cut
My shit’ so potent you’ll be high for 3 months
Foreign cars, crib look like a fuckin mall
Hurt myself as sport but found a way to ball
I pray you pussy niggas life a living hell
Fuck that countin money, weigh it on a scale
Nigga
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
So much people like that waitin on me to fail
Answer to that question, coldest day in hell
Fuck nigga talkin tough, gon make me take it there
I move like a turtle mean I keep them shells
Lost so many niggas to this fuckin struggle
RIP for Fif, he was like my fuckin brother
Runnin up and down them streets, in and off that Chevy Bubble
Show a nigga getting that money, all we do is hustle
Ain’t no food in refrigerator nor the shelf
Ain’t no handouts here, I did this shit myself
Lil mam said that pussy good, I’m tryina see it then
Guaranteed she bust it once she see the Benz
Everyone knows I am a go getter
Tryina stay away from all you fuck niggas
Aye like that boy be on some other shit
Fuck a hater, you can run and tell em this
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
All this cash, I can drink to a nigga
Can’t even fit in these jeans my nigga
Won’t give a damn, we gon flex on the hood
Bit for you honey, I’m like the one that fucked the police, I paid for the ticket
Thrown bout 100 in the air, I admit it
My bad, I ain’t show no love
Putting money over all these bitches
What you doin you lame we did it
Now we going where these niggas can’t go
Stayed on grass as long as they don’t get it
They’ll get this, all they got like hoes
I swear boy it ain’t no different
Well we won’t get the same 24
I go hard every chance I get
Stepped in the plane, thought all would be Rolls
Aye don’t mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks
Slingin this paper right on these strippers
How the club owner callin me by
Bitch I had, she was a’ight
Last time at show she al that
I really wanna tip drip
That bitch no, she sex it to the max
I paid for it, it ain’t on the paper
I been getting it since too easy
I might blow ahead, make it back
And I got summoned here for no reason
I see you flashin for the night
But guess what nigga we do this all season
You could go and sit where you can watch me
And then one of you niggas don’t believe me
That rough
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
At the end of the day my nigga
I do this shit for my family
And my niggas dawg
You feel me?
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
You lookin at the hottest nigga in the city
Fuck the city, how this nigga in my state?
Free the nigga Boosie Boo, I hope he beat the case
Keepin blunt and counting money, nigga that’s every day
Back and I’m on my block lookin like 100 bricks
Nigga don’t want no problem, choppa catch a 50
Chain so disrespectful yall should slap my jeweler
Walkin around this bitch, I think I’m with The Ruler
Countin another mill, I’m screamin hallelujah
Spit the type of dope that get shipped yall to Cuba
Anybody want that work I got a clean cut
My shit’ so potent you’ll be high for 3 months
Foreign cars, crib look like a fuckin mall
Hurt myself as sport but found a way to ball
I pray you pussy niggas life a living hell
Fuck that countin money, weigh it on a scale
Nigga
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
So much people like that waitin on me to fail
Answer to that question, coldest day in hell
Fuck nigga talkin tough, gon make me take it there
I move like a turtle mean I keep them shells
Lost so many niggas to this fuckin struggle
RIP for Fif, he was like my fuckin brother
Runnin up and down them streets, in and off that Chevy Bubble
Show a nigga getting that money, all we do is hustle
Ain’t no food in refrigerator nor the shelf
Ain’t no handouts here, I did this shit myself
Lil mam said that pussy good, I’m tryina see it then
Guaranteed she bust it once she see the Benz
Everyone knows I am a go getter
Tryina stay away from all you fuck niggas
Aye like that boy be on some other shit
Fuck a hater, you can run and tell em this
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
All this cash, I can drink to a nigga
Can’t even fit in these jeans my nigga
Won’t give a damn, we gon flex on the hood
Bit for you honey, I’m like the one that fucked the police, I paid for the ticket
Thrown bout 100 in the air, I admit it
My bad, I ain’t show no love
Putting money over all these bitches
What you doin you lame we did it
Now we going where these niggas can’t go
Stayed on grass as long as they don’t get it
They’ll get this, all they got like hoes
I swear boy it ain’t no different
Well we won’t get the same 24
I go hard every chance I get
Stepped in the plane, thought all would be Rolls
Aye don’t mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks
Slingin this paper right on these strippers
How the club owner callin me by
Bitch I had, she was a’ight
Last time at show she al that
I really wanna tip drip
That bitch no, she sex it to the max
I paid for it, it ain’t on the paper
I been getting it since too easy
I might blow ahead, make it back
And I got summoned here for no reason
I see you flashin for the night
But guess what nigga we do this all season
You could go and sit where you can watch me
And then one of you niggas don’t believe me
That rough
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
Take Yo Bitch lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay now bad lil bitch from the ATL
And she got an ass like Kay Michelle
Rule number one, no kiss n tell
Her head no joke like Dave Chapelle
I see I beat that pussy like a murder case
She gon catch this white like Colgate
Keep my hoes in line like Soul Train
Every day a nigga ball, no role gain
I say 20 bottles I’m flexin
Diamonds and my Rolex’s
Where the bad bitches? Where the bad bitches?
I’m just checkin
Man I pop the moly, I’m sweatin
Back to bitch now we textin
Plenty more in my section
I’m a young version Hugh Hefner
I can’t even feel my face
I don’t really need no more drink
All these hoes, they comin with me
All them niggas they can’t believe
I say I’m rollin, I’m rollin
And this dope, I’m smoking potent
I need you, you, you and her right there
Back to the crib so we all can share
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay I’m killin these hoes like Ted Bundy
Love a bad bitch, I’m a head junkee
White tank top and some polo undees
Tryina serve a freak with this chocolate Sunday
Snatch your chick like a ally hoop
Shots that will rock, I don’t do the goose
Put her in the coupe, I remove the roof
Then slam-dunk that pussy like Ron do
I say hold up doc I ain’t feelin well
My Rolex sick and my pockets earl’d
Flowin off money, I’m sick as hell
Bout 25k, that’s life in jail
Now when the bad hoes there put them ass shots
Rep for a nigga, be the mascot
KOD, I brung major cash
And they waving at me like a can guy
Say turned up nigga don’t turn down
Please don’t bring your ho round, nah
I don’t wanna know her name
Next thing you know we went 4 rounds
I’m a wild young nigga, I admit that
Who? That bitch? I’mma get that
She’s in love with my 6 pack
And I ain’t talkin no beer fat nigga
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay now bad lil bitch from the ATL
And she got an ass like Kay Michelle
Rule number one, no kiss n tell
Her head no joke like Dave Chapelle
I see I beat that pussy like a murder case
She gon catch this white like Colgate
Keep my hoes in line like Soul Train
Every day a nigga ball, no role gain
I say 20 bottles I’m flexin
Diamonds and my Rolex’s
Where the bad bitches? Where the bad bitches?
I’m just checkin
Man I pop the moly, I’m sweatin
Back to bitch now we textin
Plenty more in my section
I’m a young version Hugh Hefner
I can’t even feel my face
I don’t really need no more drink
All these hoes, they comin with me
All them niggas they can’t believe
I say I’m rollin, I’m rollin
And this dope, I’m smoking potent
I need you, you, you and her right there
Back to the crib so we all can share
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay I’m killin these hoes like Ted Bundy
Love a bad bitch, I’m a head junkee
White tank top and some polo undees
Tryina serve a freak with this chocolate Sunday
Snatch your chick like a ally hoop
Shots that will rock, I don’t do the goose
Put her in the coupe, I remove the roof
Then slam-dunk that pussy like Ron do
I say hold up doc I ain’t feelin well
My Rolex sick and my pockets earl’d
Flowin off money, I’m sick as hell
Bout 25k, that’s life in jail
Now when the bad hoes there put them ass shots
Rep for a nigga, be the mascot
KOD, I brung major cash
And they waving at me like a can guy
Say turned up nigga don’t turn down
Please don’t bring your ho round, nah
I don’t wanna know her name
Next thing you know we went 4 rounds
I’m a wild young nigga, I admit that
Who? That bitch? I’mma get that
She’s in love with my 6 pack
And I ain’t talkin no beer fat nigga
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
On Right Now lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
I came off from that bottom
All the niggas was hating
Started getting that money, every night’s like a celebration
All my niggas is with me, all them hoes they watching
I’ma live my life, fuck the niggas don’t like it
Hey, real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Rreal niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Ok now, old hoes, new money, still ballin like Tim Duncan
Vv’s got no flaws, chain on me cost 100
Say young niggas we ball hard, bail hard with my black card
Save money, don’t save hoes, y’all niggas so lifeguard
Hey, real niggas on right now
I ain’t ever, I ain’t ever told no lie
Riding with a bad bitch, she ain’t gotta ask shit
She ain’t never seen this fly
I be on some other shit, prolly leaving that dealership
Getting head by this free bitch, she deserve a little scholarship
I say these niggas can’t hold me back
Riding round that 45 on the lap
Shawty popping that pussy for me
Where the fuck is my dollars at
Say hop your ass in this foreign
Y’all niggas ain’t important
Can’t be getting money all this hating that you be doing
[Hook]
Club packin, my section ready
Pullin up in that 911
Bitches looking like who that is
You would think that it’s machiavelli
Say all eyes on me, 2 pac rest in peace
50 racks in my pocket, belly fitting my jeans
Where the good pussy at, where’s at, where’s at
Shawty waist is super slim and that ass is super fat
I said I’m looking for her, yeah I’m looking for her
When I give her that dick I plug that pussy like extension cards
Man I got it rich now they hatin
All it took was some patience
People say I’m underrated, well I’ma be dope as your greatest
I be in and out of the city
Hustle gotta go get it
Celebrate with my team, feels good to be winning!
[Hook]
I came off from that bottom
All the niggas was hating
Started getting that money, every night’s like a celebration
All my niggas is with me, all them hoes they watching
I’ma live my life, fuck the niggas don’t like it
Hey, real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Rreal niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Ok now, old hoes, new money, still ballin like Tim Duncan
Vv’s got no flaws, chain on me cost 100
Say young niggas we ball hard, bail hard with my black card
Save money, don’t save hoes, y’all niggas so lifeguard
Hey, real niggas on right now
I ain’t ever, I ain’t ever told no lie
Riding with a bad bitch, she ain’t gotta ask shit
She ain’t never seen this fly
I be on some other shit, prolly leaving that dealership
Getting head by this free bitch, she deserve a little scholarship
I say these niggas can’t hold me back
Riding round that 45 on the lap
Shawty popping that pussy for me
Where the fuck is my dollars at
Say hop your ass in this foreign
Y’all niggas ain’t important
Can’t be getting money all this hating that you be doing
[Hook]
Club packin, my section ready
Pullin up in that 911
Bitches looking like who that is
You would think that it’s machiavelli
Say all eyes on me, 2 pac rest in peace
50 racks in my pocket, belly fitting my jeans
Where the good pussy at, where’s at, where’s at
Shawty waist is super slim and that ass is super fat
I said I’m looking for her, yeah I’m looking for her
When I give her that dick I plug that pussy like extension cards
Man I got it rich now they hatin
All it took was some patience
People say I’m underrated, well I’ma be dope as your greatest
I be in and out of the city
Hustle gotta go get it
Celebrate with my team, feels good to be winning!
[Hook]
Famous Girl lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
She just wanna be…
She just wanna…
She just wanna be…
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
[Verse]
Hello there darling, features are flawless
And deep astonished and pardon me if I’m honest
But um your body tonic
God it’s so supersonic
For real, and the way you walk in them heels
No, you ain’t move to this feel
What’s the deal? Got a job, where you work?
Louie purse on yo arm,
But still reside with yo moms
I beat the game on yo type
I noticed just what you like
Attention seeker, you steady tweettin them pics from behind
I see right through your disguise
Shorty you’re thirsty besides
I see the greed in yo eyes
When you see them ballers arrive
You watchin niggas pockets, say you model I’m stopping
Having out with celebs, every week bottles poppin, I get it
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
[Verse]
I understand it, presence is so demandin
Louie, Gucci, Chanel and the Berkin bags hit the standers
Get it dirty Diana, royal this Instagramer
Picture perfect example how love is made to the camera
You model, oh I figure
Bookin it for remember
Laughin at yo agenda, her body bold as December
I get it, you corrupted
Surgery on yo stomach
Livin without a budget
Frontin like you be stuntin
For fame, for name
With the cars and the chains
That shit gold, it’s a shame
Do anything for the game
But fairly, apologetic of people shorty I get it
Truth is never accepted
Your motive is so detected
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
She just wanna be…
She just wanna…
She just wanna be…
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
[Verse]
Hello there darling, features are flawless
And deep astonished and pardon me if I’m honest
But um your body tonic
God it’s so supersonic
For real, and the way you walk in them heels
No, you ain’t move to this feel
What’s the deal? Got a job, where you work?
Louie purse on yo arm,
But still reside with yo moms
I beat the game on yo type
I noticed just what you like
Attention seeker, you steady tweettin them pics from behind
I see right through your disguise
Shorty you’re thirsty besides
I see the greed in yo eyes
When you see them ballers arrive
You watchin niggas pockets, say you model I’m stopping
Having out with celebs, every week bottles poppin, I get it
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
[Verse]
I understand it, presence is so demandin
Louie, Gucci, Chanel and the Berkin bags hit the standers
Get it dirty Diana, royal this Instagramer
Picture perfect example how love is made to the camera
You model, oh I figure
Bookin it for remember
Laughin at yo agenda, her body bold as December
I get it, you corrupted
Surgery on yo stomach
Livin without a budget
Frontin like you be stuntin
For fame, for name
With the cars and the chains
That shit gold, it’s a shame
Do anything for the game
But fairly, apologetic of people shorty I get it
Truth is never accepted
Your motive is so detected
[Hook]
She just wanna be famous, be famous
She fascinated by that life and the cars
And she just wanna be famous, be famous
On Instagram postin pictures like damn I gotta hit it
You take it, so contagious
And I can tell by the way that you are
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be…
That you just wanna be famous
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