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Ace Hood, Rosay
We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts stay lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my debut Cashflow for the hoes I bought (Straight to) You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre foo' N.W.A, I bet you Ace played you Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights And I'm with my big homie, Ricky, nigga, yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get 10-to-life that's why I'm driving slow as fuck On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire A got a couple mill, a couple more an' I'm really there Haters talk around me fuck 'em like I really care When we handle all our business, sorry, they were never there I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up Hundred on the chain, bitch, I think I'm King Tut A nigga, young and rich, I feel I can't be touched Fourty stacks for these shades, no, I can't see much Unless it be the dollars, still talking cash flow Thousand dollar bill, President Fidel Castro Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10 Ross cool as Ice Cube, dicky and the black chef I'm in a heli chopper staring at the boat docks Good weather, good weather means more flux Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear More money means more Louis, carry on When I touch your city you should see how hoes' carry on Bitch, what's my name? Ace fucking Hood, ain't a damn thang change us I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga Shit, shit and I'm a getting money ass, nigga Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it White squares that's equivalence of mo dough I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho Just hit me on my TMO, I get you mo slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though Wooh, you talking funny, but you fucking with the franchise I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave niggas your first startup Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my guard up It's all good, need a hit, hit the guard up Now you shit looking garbage you's a rat, never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grams up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Get money nigga, get money nigga |
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[Chorus - Schife]
Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with the cake Then I hit the strip club Going loco with the cake Glittered up my wrist Going loco with the cake Went and Guccied up my bitch Going loco with the cake Repping five with the pimps Going loco with the cake I put on my whole team Going loco with the cake [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Aye You don't want to start a food fight Get your attitude right Before I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like Who that is? Ace Hood You ain't know that's Ace Hood? Ask around in every project they say that boy face good Put the Range Rover on them 24's I skate good Especially with the paper ice, all over my Ace Hood Chain, fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me Good brain! Take the package up the temple come back home and get, paid! Seven days up out the week a nigga got to get, paid! Quit your hating, get on your job, and hoe you can get, paid! Like Ace, like who? Like me nigga That's why every bitch you trying to fuck like me nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] I rep this pot like it's chemistry Got an F in chemistry Took the white and turned it green Now that's what I call chemistry That's what I call, Enterprise Call my work, The Enterprise Twenty junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise Smoking in my spaceship, floating through the galaxy They calling me a shooting star, leave hoes off through your calvery Gangsters, goons, and killers only niggas on my salary They all got charges pending Murder, burglaries, and batteries Niggas trying to battle me, end up finding they tragedy Laided out on the floor and breathing fast and looking up at me (Up at me) Play me in your Chevy when you scrambling Ruthless than a motherfucker with hundred grand on me [Chorus] [ Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Aye You can call me Mister Cash Flow Money out the asshole Thugging getting paper, what you think that Louis bag hoe? Pull up in that stoopid whip Hundred for the stoopid wrist Stoopid this, stoopid that, loco with the money bag Lamborghini Murcielag', girl you got to stoopid that Gucci this, Louis that, riding with them paper tags And my bitch she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis, Gucci bag All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys, Phantoms back to back Twenty grand I'll show you going low and tell them holler back Pain you a dummy, blow about thirty on a whip and then Swing on them 30's I drop the top on them verties Switch lanes, on them haters, I'm throwing paper to make them spend [Chorus] |
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I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed
Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in ya head Yeah, Luda, as if the gilatene chopped off my noggin I got my head gone, got the pedal to the metal And my Lambo poppin' in the red zone, speedin' Like keenen is breathin' heavin' and breathin' hard But I roll with heathens that just, just don't seem to believe in God I'll whip yo head boy, put ya body in the bottom of the ocean Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood somewhere smokin' Got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt So I'm lookin' like roll it up, I be swimmin' in a pool of blood 'Cause the AK super soke it up, ha, ha, ha, ahh Fuck that, I'ma come back with it like this Come back with it, ha, ha, ha, ha Nasty Ludacris on the track with it Got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion And put a muthafucka on his back with it I'm so wrong, I'm so Gudda, I'm so dangerous, ain't I? I'm so gone off these suckas but the flama's will bang ya 'Cause I'm a solid aima, the fat lady got a song to sang ya Mean while I stashed all yo bricks in more hookers Than a hundred airplane hangers I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a fuckin' shame Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush And you so fuckin' lame I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in ya head I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in ya head In ya head nigga, Young Gudda, Ace Hood homie And I'ma ball like a dawg and I'm never gone fall You can call me jollin', baby in a Lamborghini drop top And I can't stop myself from stuntin' lately And I'm stickin' to my dollas that's my motto You can follow and I'm holla tell 'em it's fuck you pay me |
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Ace Hood, it's do or die, gotta go for it, overtime
Yeah 'cause it's now or never I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause it's now or never, put it over time Well, I'm sittin' on the goal line, starin' at the game clock Facing a hundred years, me and Jordan got the same shot Carolina blue, California green Jump for the white, getcho frilly sheets Ace Hood, they go crazy when I'm in your city Ace Hood, that's what they sayin' now in every city I put my team first, it's never rehearsed We the best franchise 'cause we squeeze first I signed a life long deal to the G-co Drafted outa high school then I hit my free throws You see them free shows, we call them free throws Now it cost 'em 20 stacks to witness me flow It's do or die, yeah, gotta go for it, overtime Yeah 'cause it's now or never I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause it's now or never, put it over time Yeah, on the role with riches and diamond rings Real niggers do real things I say hangin' with the bitches is the song I sing Real niggers do real things I'm listenin' to block but it's a human being If you're tryna win the trophy then you gotta do it big Louis on every bag, bitches I keep it fly We don't need a see the tag, we just see it and then we cop Balling out of control, put it out on the line I'm in the city with Khaled before I hit a triple dime Now hold down onto your seats, I'm about to double mine Ace Hood, Konvict and we put in overtime It's do or die, yeah, gotta go for it, overtime I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime And I can't slow down for nothin', see I, gotta get overtime 'Cause I'ma stay on my grind, 'cause money stays on my mind I feel like 24 hours just ain't enough for me If you feel me put your hands up for me This is over grind, I'm goin' for mine, I'm over mine Because I'm putting overtime I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime 'Cause I got money on my mind, give me every penny, every dime Put it overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime, overtime Ace Hood, Akon, we the best one time |
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Ace Hoooood
People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion Coming up i use to watch tv Look up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma thats gon be me She said son you gon be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet Thats how he captured my heart Its in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real Like asking how a ni**a feel Imagine how it feels Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, its unreal You said you gotta song living life unreal Thats why i put my life in every song I kill Sing it gurl Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion I had a job too ni**as, so what? You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much Go head and do the math Watch the numbers add up Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys up Keep running to The Runners when its time to make a (beat) Im gunning at you suckas who aint tryna feel this sh** blastin out a ni**as whip Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip Top down in the chevy yea you know i keep it pimpin And my pistol heavy ni**as know that aint slippin Know that im on the grind niggas know that aint slippin My faith is on the line so you know i aint slippin You trippin and thats why Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion (Lets break it down for em...) Ladies put your hands up high (Came too far now to give up) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (It dont even matter say wat you want) Fellas put your hands up in the sky (Nothing you could say thatll make me stop) We gotta keep reaching for the sky (Imma keep going till i reach the top, and thats why) Definitely livin the life I gravitated to the light I sacraficed a decade Now its times every nite Let them suckas spectate Cuz shorty I expect that We still touching big weight And surely i invest that Break it down the best way Cuz I know how to stretch that Haters talking sideways And i could never stress that Ready for the war though I would never compromise Mami call me Gordo You shine like summer time (2x) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (nothing) They cant tell me nothing (nothing) They was wrong this the song of a champion (ima champion and thats why) Thats why they cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) They cant tell me nothing (oh nothing) Let me see your hands up if you a champion People said I wouldnt make it (make it) That Id never get to the top There was nothing they could say that would make me stop So I had to keep pushing (pushing) Through the pain and the tears All the things Ive been through is why im standing here |
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I could have all the money in the world
But it wouldn't mean nothin' And I could have all the fame in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm addicted to money, I'm addicted to cream I'm addicted to her, for that love I'm a fiend Just imagine your touches, I can picture you rubbin' Love to smile when I see ya, girl I'm high off your lovin' Live my life like a dream, every king needs a queen Girl my life is a movie, sippin' Goose in Jacuzzi Picture star in this movie, picture trip in this Louie See us cruisin' on yachts while we feastin' on sushi Misdemeanor with groupies, they be beggin' to do me But my mind on my misses, never mind all them women Feel me tastin' your kisses and it's you what I'm missin' Girl I'd trade in this livin', I just want you to listen When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah Now if you love 'em and you know it and it ain't that hard to show it Put your hands up yeah, put your hands up yeah Now if you with 'em through whatever know that she can do 'em better Put your hands up yeah, put your hands up yeah Ace, got the money and cars, biggest houses and yards Had the baddest of broads but I'll trade in it all Hang up my player card, present the ace of heart You can keep the fame, the game, the name and all the fancy cars You can have all them groupies, they be beggin' to do me Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women Feel me tastin' your kisses and it's you what I'm missin' Girl I'd trade in this livin', I just want you to listen When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know something is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah yeah, oh yeah, yeah When I'm off up in the club, yes I'm missin' your love Girl I'm fiendin' your drug and I need that, it's a must All these women are lust, beggin' me for my touch Don't amount up to much but it's nothin' like one You can have all the groupies, they be beggin' to do me Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women Feel me tastin' your kisses and it's you what I'm missin' Girl I'd trade in this livin', I just want you to listen When I'm in the club they be showin' me love But it really don't make a difference If it ain't my girl then it don't mean nothin' 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah When you know, when you know, when you know When you know, when you know You know you got somebody who loves you When you know, when you know When you know, when you know 'Cause without her I know somethin' is missin' Yeah, yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah If you love somebody and nobody else matters Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah I could have all the money in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' And I could have all the fame in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' |
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<i>[talking: Ace Hood]</i>
Ace Hood Street certified I'm a tell you one thang, don't get caught Slippin' out on these streets homeboy, keep your Eyes and ears open ya undastand Cause it might go down <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. <i>[Verse 1: Ace Hood]</i> Young nigga seventeen, tryin' get money, niggas laugh about the dough but really ain't shit funny, just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy, any fiend ain't fiend if you see em' look funny, you better tell ya team you don't need that money, that shit smell funny, you ain't gettin' shit from me, I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these somethin', that white keep comin', tell tha boy to keep bumpin', well watch these folks keepin' enemies close an any nigga kin to me betta not fold, he say he a friend to me but snitchin' to the po', he waitin' on a court to tell the judge what he know, price on his head he'll be dead by fo', so homie don't slip, or you could be him, no speakin' on the phone cause them Feds get tips, don't get caught slippin', cause it might be them. <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. <i>[Verse 2: Ace Hood]</i> And I won't be slippin', the boy's on a mission, only vision of winnin' and my sight is on a million, servin' that white girl to any nigga wan get it, and fresh Louis linen dawg can call that pimpin', that thang on my side homeboy I ain't slippin', ya boys off snitchin' tell them niggas ain't with, it might go down so watch you do a round, niggas creep in the town leave bodies left on the ground, (don't get caught slippin'), cause the choppa get down, I spend in all black (incomprehensible) so keep away the fakin' ain't a real nigga round, if you eva go down stay loyal to ya fam, and you don't know shit neva snitchin' on the mound, and homie don't slip cause it might go down, yea homie don't slip cause it might go down, and homie don't slip cause it might go down. <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. <i>[Verse 3: Ace Hood]</i> And I run my city, I own my town, can't anotha man come and disrespect my grounds, ya eyein' ma nigga, ya want somethin' with em', you wannna come get it, you'll be dodgin' ma missiles, yea boy it went down, ya homie done slipped, and now he in a coffin on a first class trip, yea boy it went down, ya homie done slipped, and now he in a coffin on a first class trip. <i>[Chorus: Ace Hood]</i> When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' cause it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down. |
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Hey Hey Hey
[The-Dream:] All we do is get money Gotta hit the bank Man I'm running out of hundreds (Hey shawty hey hey hey hey shawty) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Ace hooooood (mine mine) [Ace Hood:] Big money talking if you broke stay quiet And watch how all my niggas in a club make a riot Throwing honeys in the sky And watch it all fall I'm blopping on your lady cause' she love to watch me ball She be giving me the eye I'm giving her a call Then it's back to the suites Next week the Taj mahal Every day is like a sweet stick Pick out what you want It ain't trickin' if you got it baby Pick out what you want Reclimb your seat back And let yourself go You ain't a Mr. Berrada I spit that cash flow Now let her hands go Lil homie you lame I have her back to you tomorrow I let my niggas say Homie [Chorus: The-Dream] But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine (mine mine) [The-Dream:] I got money you should help me spend Take you out of that domestic and put you in a Benz Your old boyfriend don't wanna pay your rent I put five stacks only that ain't **** (that ain't ****) Take you out the hood Put you in the heels Put you in a crib This is how you should live A girl like you should be sitting on a yacht Looking down at ya rock I know she yours! [Chorus: The-Dream] But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine (Ace hooooood) [Ace Hood:] Hey I'll be ballin out a budget I'll be ballin like the Pistons Master P money I'll be ballin with no limit See ya lady I'm me she comin to her senses She can smell her money plus don't stuntin' on the sixty Kickin with her richie Ya man he's a mess fe (?) I can show you things, diamond rings be the witness He ain't gotta worry I ain't trying be yo man boo I'm just tryin to take you places you gon' need your sandles Seein' is believin' I just hope that you can handle Girl I make it rain you can determine the weather Bentleys, Phantoms Just don't test the channel Know you with yo' man but I'm the **** that keep you (?) [Chorus: The-Dream] But she wanna be mine Mine mine mine mine Oh! She wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine) (All I do is get money) (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Hey hey shawty! |
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| 4:05 |
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Yeah, all around the world
(Around the world) I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Tjeah, I live my life like a vivid dream Of living lavish I done perished of the triple beam (Triple beam) My momma told me but I couldn't see So why you plot?, my economic mind to the streets Ace, I tell you life is never promised if you fuck with him You get fucked every night that's a promise (Promise) A nigga real let you're friends hatin' Fuck them ho's bet me and you escape (Escape) And I ain't gotta talk it 'cause I live it, girl I like to welcome you to my exquisite world Ace, where the goose stay on cheetah? You can take it all of baby, do what you feel I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material I wake up mornings and I picture what I've been through Five siblings gotta live in three bedrooms Now it's big cribs, whips and them blue pooch Beautiful broads and they all wanna do who? Ace Hood Pleasure P to set the sex mood and once I sex you Just forget the next dude beats I few lingerie see through She say I'm so hood rubbing on my tattoo, you ever been to Cancun? I can take you, I feelin' like B.I.G when he wrote juice Fruit loop cush livin' like the chest mood Yeah, they hate 'cause we doing they can't do I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Tjeah and I grind every 21st Always love the day and pray to see the 21st Kiss my mommas and I gotta go Married to the dough all pre-nuptial Ace, tough baby, know that it's a G-thang Beat game while I'm taking off your G-string (G-string) Take a look into the pink frame we pick everything Have it your way I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material You know that I'm in love with a girl But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material Oh, oh, oh, wifey material |
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| 3:33 |
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[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
Mister Hood Nigga I'm good Ace Hood Face good Wish a nigga would Take this Bake this Feed it to the wolves A motherfucker should I'm beating like band wood That black flag swag is part of my man hood That pistol on that seat is just keeping your man good I'll pop his top like drops and can goods I'm gutter Tell you one thing about me I'm stuck to the green Like the coke to the fiends And if by all means Just pay me in all green Sprite chasing the promethezine, I'm on lean Ball Greez my dude, we goon your whole team I'm him them dangers ask your man mane Fifteen bottles of Rose and champagne Niggas they know the name and understand the game I know you see the chain It's We the Best the game [Chorus - Ace Hood] Bitch I'm ruthless Boy I'm a G And you don't know a motherfucking thing about me One thing about me I do it for the streets I do it for the killers and them young O.G.s Tell you this about me (About me) About me (About me) I'm a G I'ma rock with that beat Tell you this about me (About me) About me, (About me) I'ma keep that black flag on me Tell you that about me [Verse 2 - Ballgreezy] I'ma stack my bread and fuck nigga's hoes Shoot dice, drink liquor, and sell dope Tote fire, stay fresh everywhere I go Pop pills and while I'm getting my goon on Pack extra clips, and get my suit on Ask bitch ass niggas who want to move wrong So if you got it on your mind let a nigga know So I could show you that the .9 send niggas home Other then that, the street niggas love Greez Even though they baby momma want to fuck me I'm one hundred about everything the boy do That's why the crowd behind me everywhere I move And you can tell by the swag Greez about money And I don't play no games when it's about money I do it for them young niggas that pop beams The hot boys with big stacks the cops see [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Aye where my goons at? Where my G's at? Where them killers and them zoes staying so strapped? Broward County on the map, that's a known fact And when I talk back, people running four flat And night see the light, you can follow that I creep all black So strapped Fuck rap get your baby boy kidnapped Black flag, my rag got the wrist wrap Respecet G, when I walk not a pen tap Because I'm me Who's he? We could end that Street nigga ain't no time for that chit chat I'm cold like Coronas in a 6 pack Ace Hood getting head like a ball cap One thing about me I don't call back Fall back, I'm addicted to the brown bag MC Hammer swag 'Can't touch that' [Chorus] |
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[Intro]
This is no longer music, it's a celebration homie [Chorus] Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don And to the gangstas until they postpone To all the hustlas that's on the cash grind To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toastin' this to me Glasses in the air (It's a celebration baby) Glasses in the air, and this for history [Verse 1] True story I was born into the Lord's glory Hustlin' of their visions, to first class ported And that's accordin' I was corgile on my first formal Tryin' make a mill' comin' off a four quarters I am so Florida Marlin in my own water Swimin' wit' the sharks slaughter anything by them Feelin' like an orphan never knew my real father Guess that's why I'm goin' harder than my role model Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter Now they payin' Hood at that to my armor model And every Ace of Spades bottle to the last swallow Only taint forever trained to get the last dollar Black flag scholar, Louis Vuitton don A hundred for the watch, just waitin' for the right time I just realized in my money state of mind I'm on another level, devils meet me in the sky[Chorus] [Verse 2] I used to wake up in the mornin' yawin' where I wanna be People that I wanna meet, and places I've been diein' to see No hope in sellin' coke or dope I'm goin' back to sleep Now awake with paper bags, cash under feet Throw up the W to represent my dynasty And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat Keep all apologies the modesty is all to me It's ruthless mind frame is the way to be I burn a hater blow the ashes on his daddy feet May he be deceased lookin' till you see the peace Well I could see you gettin' rich ??짖€????cause niggas envy me It's deeper than a rap the realest shit a nigga speak Private planes take me everywhere they wish to see And Khaled takin' me to heights they only wish to be Flyest without a wing, the American dream It's a bird, it's a plane, naw it's just me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam, Shout out to We the Best, what up Diamonds and Deals? Shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth? What up Kit Go? What up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C.? I love ya Blonde D., I love ya big sis', I love ya lil' sis' I love ya 2Pac, and I would never stop, let's toast to the top [Chorus] |
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