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'Tryna Come Up' Lyrics - Ace Hood (Ft. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Nino Brown)
Here is Tryna Come Up Lyrics by Ace Hood Ft. French Montana, Yo Gotti & Nino Brown

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Talking bout what you gonn do, choke bad if you want to
Loading up my fire, watch it burn the flesh when it go through
Niggas talk like hoes do, we’ll slap them hoes too
We don’t fuck with them fuck niggas,
Ungrateful and unloyal
My bitches spoil you, 20 stacks in the Louie bag
No ready blewing on gang bang, Louie parts in my Louie rang
Leave it all, popping tags, out of line, I pop your ass
Gased up, chevron, that ak will stop your ass
Counting cash I’m getting money, now a nigga can’t take it from me
He broke and hungry, my pockets full
Look clean and I’m smelling good

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, 100 chains all on my stomach
Niggas did it when I done it, and your main bitch I don’t want her
100 clip you hear that thunder, 100 years when niggas fumble
100 bitches what we come through, 100 bottles tell that stumble
I be pimping like I want a nigga slipping, he’s a goner
Niggas hungry, I drove out that dealer masi, doing donuts,
Catching liquor and I blow it I pimp them hoes like a poet
I smoke that kush like I grow it
Hit the strip, it was snowing, it’s that weed the best coke boys
Hammers making no noise, give niggas 2 choices,
Come up and down

(Hook)
I’m doing my thang, pockets on full
Bitch I’m super clean, bitches go and look
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Shout out to Kelly, We The Best,
We be getting money, you looking stressed
YMCMG, salute to stunna, 4 words bitch I’m tryina come up
Dead to hold a hunna, any nigga run up, they get done up off the come up
My life is obama, I’m so presidential, you so sentimental
Your bitch she got potential, and I’m so influential
Hold up, these nikes cost 2 grand, these shades cost 5 bands
These niggas I mob with, I sold dope and I rob with
CMG my squad be, see how hard my squad eat
3:05 we clicked up, man on 1 that mob shit, yeah

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Sipping on lean, smoking on kush,
Pockets full of green, selling George Bush
Yeah you know,
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

(Verse)
Getting this money I never do sleep, 100k I make that in a week
25 000 I hop on the beat, top of the whip so you know that it’s me
Balling nigga like Spalding, sipping that good,
What you m call it, remember them nights, mama was calling out in them streets
Gotta be cautious, niggas are plied, running your spot
Hit a young boy when he’s getting that gwap
Fuck them niggas, look at my wrist, oh you mad, take your bitch
I’m in that ghost, holy shit, stayed in the ground and it got me rich
Stayed in the ground and it got me rich, got me rich, yeah got me rich
I say bitch I’m tryina come up, outchea to the sun up
Crib cost a mill, my watch another hunder

(Hook)
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up
Bitch I’m tryina come up, bitch I’m tryina come up

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'Dec 31st' Lyrics - Ace Hood
Here is Dec 31st Lyrics by Ace Hood

(Intro: DJ Khaled)
Starvation 2
I’mma get right to it
Fuck you fuck boys
Fuck all yall
90% of the rap game has stolen Ace Hood’s flow
Let’s keep it 100,
Don’t play yourself
I only speak facts
At least if you gon steal it pay homage
If you ain’t part of the team
You stealin flows
It’s alright to be inspired
Just respect him
I go by the name of DJ Khaled
And I’m the CEO of We Da Best music group
I’m here to let you know Ace Hood is one of the best in the game
And if you don’t think so, fuck you!
If you a non-believer we gon turn you into a believer
Fuck ‘em!

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


God Bless this proud Nation
God Bless this proud Nation… Two

(Outro: Obama)
“If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but tonight, tonight, is your answer!”

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'Trailer' Lyrics - Ace Hood
Here is Trailer Lyrics by Ace Hood

(Intro)
Ace Hood
You know I think it’s every young nigga dream to come from the bottom to the top
From being in the dirt
Counting the millions

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

(Outro)
Show you shit is real
Shout to 7 new
Starvation 2 on the way nigga
Moun up
Moun up nigga
We da best be that logo ah
Ha ha ha
Brap, brow

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'Just A Sample (Interlude)' Lyrics - Ace Hood
Here is Just A Sample (Interlude) Lyrics by Ace Hood

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

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

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

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'Ball 4 Eva' Lyrics - Ace Hood
Here is Ball 4 Eva Lyrics by Ace Hood

(Intro)
A family that starved together
Hustled together, got rich together
We should ball 4 eva

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Verse)
Came up bottom to the top, I came so far and I never stop
Product of my block with a Glock and that blackboard with them locks
Ridin in the Maybach thinkin way back
Aye how we done came from far
How the fuck I get in this
Diamonds concept couple bricks
Peep the Rollie on my wrist, I understand why niggas pissed
Got no time for niggas hatin, I just make some reservations
When it come down to my niggas ain’t no sense of hesitation no
Champagne sippin, every night it’s movie scripted
Hop up in that coupe and know that bitch just go to missin
Too much liquor, bad decisions, we just livin like fuck Lemar
Hit the club and buy it out like fuck the bar
See them pretty fancy cars, better know it’s ours
And my niggas do the same thing
I gave em a job and they can feed mouths the same way
I pray that we ball 4 eva, we all on the same page
Look how far we came

(Bridge)
Started off broke, penny in my pocket
Tryina live a dream, accumulate a profit
Now we getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Verse)
Ballin my religion, pistol my supervision
Floaded my Jesus pieces
Sorry I’m superstitious
We them niggas who trendin
Foreign was never in it
Choppa clip come extended, for pussy niggas intended
All these niggas be lovin to hate
Government ain’t when I walk in the bank
Ballin bitch, LeBron in the paint
Still I ride with half a tank
Most these niggas claimin they real
There were them hard nights in that field
‘Member my dog Jolly got jammed
Get about a couple years in that cell
Now I’m ridin off in that Aston
Kick a whip in that Porsche
In the off of that BMW, next move is that Forbes
Young niggas, young niggas
Fuck boys can’t run with us
Talk toys you dumb boys
That glock kick like a 4 wheeler
Say 2 shows in one day
See recline on PJ
Take a look at my niggas face
Oh Lord how far we came
Went from struggling to finer things
Now it’s platinum chains and diamond rings

(Bridge)
Started off broke, penny in my pocket
Tryina live a dream, accumulate a profit
Now we getting money, Monday through the Sunday
On another level, my niggas
I pray we ball 4 eva

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Verse)
For the money and the power, get it by any means
Real niggas do real things
I say I’m countin all this paper
Bitch we livin a dream
Real niggas do real things

(Interlude)
I pray we ball 4 eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva eva Lord
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva
Eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

(Hook)
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!
4 eva eva, 4 eva eva
4 eva, 4 eva eva
I pray we ball 4 eva!

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'Motive' Lyrics - Ace Hood (Ft. Kevin Cossom)
Here is Motive Lyrics by Ace Hood Ft. Kevin Cossom

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

(Hook)
I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
Is a motive, a motive
A motivation, honey,
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together,
But it won't last forever
Uh, motive! I want a motive

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

(Hook)
I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
Is a motive, a motive
A motivation, honey,
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together,
But it won't last forever
Uh, motive! I want a motive

(Verse)
Wait till I get my money right
Bet you that she’ll fuck tonight
Temptation running as high as ever
I'm trying to see what that pussy like
I'm still in my section, she's tearing me down
Wondering how she can draw my attention to bring her around
She loves the life, it might get her ice, my diamonds bright
Watching her body, that dress that she rocking is fitting her tight
Love, she could be somebody's wife,
But everything that shines ain't a diamond, right

(Hook)
I know you better, cut it out
Acting like you love somebody
Acting like I might not notice
You should know just like I know
Is a motive, a motive
A motivation, honey,
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together,
But it won't last forever
Uh, motive! I want a motive

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'Art of Deception' Lyrics - Ace Hood
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(Intro)
Yea, Ace Hood
Feel me?
What?
Damn
People

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

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

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

(Verse)
Mama told me
Hard head make a soul fast
Dollar bills make a potence
She ain’t interested in any romance
Better come and get with the program
How was life when yo daddy gone
Only daughter, she bein let on
How the character know she dead wrong
Facin karma, it’s comin head on
She think she grown, only 17
Whole world that she never seen
Many men have travelled in-between
Said he love er then flip it like it’s a trampoline
Cold world, keep your sweater close
Doin 40 in the Phantom Ghost
Keep the ones who you love close
No assuming but you just never know

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

I’m livin to become a part of history

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'Famous Girl' Lyrics - Ace Hood
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(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

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'Root Of Evil (Intro)' Lyrics - Ace Hood
Here is Root Of Evil (Intro) Lyrics by 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
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 fun 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 moly, get money my habit, you gotta capish
Oh God, oh God, not talkin big shot but I give her the dick
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

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'Lil Nigga (Interlude)' Lyrics - Ace Hood
Here is Lil Nigga (Interlude) Lyrics by Ace Hood

(Intro)
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

(Verse)
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

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(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

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(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
Born 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)
Man I don’t I take my long way from drinkin hella sugar water
Was dreamin but that Bentley though cuz 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 Americs 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
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 ladies 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
Born 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)
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
Born 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

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(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

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(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

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OK now purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin’ slow while they blowin’ strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super dome
Drapped up & I’m dripped out
K-dup and my pistol out
Bad bitch, she thick as fuck
And I’m tryna see what that pussy ’bout

Bust it open for a real nigga
Bust it open for a trill nigga
Touchdown, What up H-Town?
Lonley the Pimp this ones for you!
Bun B my nigga Thrae The Truth
Still in the Coupe when I’m double deuce
Still in the Hood on that purple food
You better know what I’m sippin’ ain’t grape juice

I be floatin through the city, let my chain swang
Hoy you living young nigga? Tryna maintain
Get money, Fuck lames
All my lil niggas on the same page
Spittin’ racks when I’m up in nema’s
Gimme head, she gon’ catch the semen
Hatin’ on me? Nigga so what
Know what? (Pour up)

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (I said it) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it
Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (pour up) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Gangsta nigga, I’m ’bout it
I’m Trill as fuck so don’t doubt it
Tell me whats the happs
Cuz you know I’m strapped
A nigga never leave home with out it
I’m posted up in that Cadi
I’m twisting up a big fatty
And it’s full of Dro and Imma mack your hoe
And you know she callin’ me daddy

I’m a Trill OG and I earned it
That G-Code, nigga I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
Then I played the deck and got my respect
So nigga I’m the King now just face it

I’m in the house and I’m chillin’
My mind on cash and I’m willin’
I’m on a paper chase with no time to waste
So I give a fuck how you feelin’
I’m sideways on that buck
My setas is stitched and they tucked
You ain’t down with that
Then Imma hide your hat
And your ass would be outta luck, wassup?

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (x3) (yuh) (hold up)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it
Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (already) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Shit, Well it’s that young nigga
From the South Side, of the U.S.A
I need calimine l-lotion cuz
A nigga music bumpin’
A nigga came from nothin to sayin nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazines
Yo girlfriend look like Maxime
My phonebook full of Billy Jean’s
Condoms made out them limousine’s

I been a fiend for that codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
F-fuck then Queenz cuz I’m a King
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bumper kit on bumper kit
Threw my last bitch on my new bitch
Then threw 10 on my fuckin git

I done came down,
Hold it down for that H-town
I’mma take the crown
Sippin’ Hen don’t fuck with crying
But I’mma just drop this 4 for 9
And free my cousin thats doing time
I’mma pay the lawyer but I hope you down
To hold it down for a real nigga
Young Kirko a young Trill nigga
(Bangz)

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Okay, cold in this bitch niggas know I’m feel the snap
alleluia stack in Lord rollin cuff me 80 racks
paranoia all this money niggas know I keep that stout
hundred niggas most of em killers blow your brains on your lock
kay I have em out of..keep that hammer like on big bow
feeling nigga dope nick name kilo
every nigga round when I bite myself
bad little bitch and I gotta deep foe
rocks and chains then I know me..
fuck that ..and my nigga deep hoe
know some zone that can get a kilo
see another man watch too..
first I..now my pen
Louie Vuitton know them veins
yeah nigga ball you can watch from the steins
I fuck hoes I get dough
got much team getting rich
keep my shooters make them do
they went ..with the stick
boy I’m fly ain’t no lie
probably painted on the bitch
hundred grand and I make in a week
and no complaining about the scent
yeah I’m racked up, ho a nigga don’t act up
click clocked and you think he got hit it with a metro

Hook:
In the club going hard, niggas know I’m got the sack
in the kitchen whipping hard, niggas know I got the sack
and this bitch going hard niggas know I got them lake
in the kitchen whipping hard, niggas know I got the sack

Niggas standing on the couch and throwing signs on the club
VIP bitch I don’t win land in the club
it’s a photo shoot hands taking pictures in this bitch
summer nights got five bitches listening in this beat
got my fans with me put my niggas, feeling in the beat
I don’t give a fuck I’m back on my..screen shit
get the thug like niggas like the true fuck shit
meet this..bitch I’m on my two glock shit
you niggas screw it up, put you on your news bug shit
by the found by the river feeding me see bricks
uh she nasty, she just had the same ambition
fuck the steam of the dick you should have seen this bitch
they think I’m nasty they think I’ma clean this bitch
Shawty looking so good shawty might try to clean this bitch
sight, she’s not the type, not the type, be a wife
she here to pass, she’s for the night

[Hook:]

Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
racks sex
me you know I got it
Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
Racks sex sex sex, racks sex sex sex
bitch you know I got it

[Hook:]

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Learning all of my leave us
bricks all of my house
haters all of my business
and this p**sy under their mouth
I like this third banks
I know what that f*ck stand
impress full nigga yeah
back up on the real shit
this p**y nigga don’t play fair
all these hoes be three wind but don’t talk shit
will you get them
back upon my own black
back and I’m out of my win two
I got two chops with two clips
…
hope f*ck with the ..folk
smoking on my indow
vibing in my pinzo
niggas counting other niggas pockets I could watch
even when the benz blind
you can see I got a quarter in this team box
cashin by four bands
throw that then blow that
power then go back in
pocket watch new f*ck boys
always doing that f*ck shit
who news we in here, we’re not niggas to f*ck with

bitch see the yeah you’re pocket watchin
this is bad for your hill you pocket watching
you should be sayin to yourself you pocket watching
you too much money over here you pocket watching
pocket watching ass nigga
pocket watching ass nigga, f*ck nigga
you p**sy and you know, you pocket watching
watch me throwin you pocket watching

I can’t stand all the flow asshole
ass broke, no cash
always in the club tipping no ass nigga
but I am trippin this ass nigga all in my body
I’m rolling hard in moly ..
t..the whole party
got the VIP bad they smoke the cush so they..
bad they saw my nigga in the wrist and I’m cashin out all this shit
all eyes on me, nigga two pot
pocket watching you get two shots to the dawn
life .. the way it do the shirt and time I’m money all do time
I got a white bitch it say it got two ..
..and that’s rumor ..
and got I’m bussin new mummy and all our friends
they hear us talking dance
’cause we all throwin bends
why the mother nigga stands

Hook:
SEE THAT, yeah your pocket watching
this shit for your half your pocket watching
you should be sayin to yourself you pocket watching
you too much money over here you pocket watching
pocket watching ass nigga
pocket watching ass nigga, f*ck nigga
you p**sy and you know, you pocket watching
watch me throwin you pocket watching

Pocket watching that’s that shit I don’t like, I don’t like
get twenty benz the show that’s like every night
bitch nigga boy I’ve been in that
die rich and it enevr look back
you two ..in stacks
runnin this shit ex legs
being bro ain’t knowing how it try to be like
pulling all to the club and it may bite
Ace Hood be the nigag that you whole like
last might ..more ice
see in the club with ..
p**sy nigga…life, bitch make em watch like a movie
what a kind nigga never let what ti do me
see around in the benz with two me
got no pocket watchin you groupie
when I walked in you knew me
make brighter in New Vegas
get a ..gracious, nigga who gave us
I see you watchin you’re watching ass
see is the ..for my watchin cash
have a mill in my safe dash
wait look it up hangin in the ass

[Hool:]

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Murder one, I kill the scene!
I would need to learn some manners, cut the bitches mean
And it’s hard to choose, cut them bitches…
Cash rules everything, go around me, nigger cream

Chorus:
Bitch, you’re looking that funny
You’ll see all these money
You see all these diamonds,
ain’t hard telling we want it!
…I hit the mall and I…
every single thing that I want won’t get your cash up
Now make some room, I say make some room
Get out the way cause it’s a lot of paper coming through
Make some room, I say make some room
Get out the way cause it’s a lot of pain, we’re coming through.

Look, I twist up and get high
I get a big.. with that …
My.. nigger shot me, I’mma clip up inside
I run around and get it
I spend five hundred on my jeans, five thousand in them, nigger!
Fuck whoever you’re with, my eyes…
I got … cause I’ll be in here with your bitch!
..you’re hating while I’m snapping
Since you’re putting on a show
It’s only right I go to clapping, nigger
And the more you hate, the more I…
Nigger, I’m shitting on you all, and I know you’re falling on
Could that money talk in a choir
And I hate mother fuckers that…
So my last bitch got…

Chorus:
Bitch, you’re looking that funny
You’ll see all these money
You’ll see all these diamonds,
Ain’t hard telling we want it!
…I hit the mall and I…
every single thing that I want won’t get your cash up
Now make some room, I say make some room
Get out the way cause it’s a lot of paper coming through
Make some room, I say make some room
Get out the way cause it’s a lot of pain, we’re coming through.

OK, I’m rapped up, and I.. that
Bitch, seen.. past that
Fly as hell that’s why I..
My clientele got millionaires
Louis Vuitton I got plenty of pairs
..my diamonds tearing that…
Bitch, you’re looking that funny
You don’t see all these money
You don’t see all these diamonds,
Ain’t hard telling we want it!
..don’t play cause a nigger no..
Got sticks pussy nigger no..
Fuck once, make the pussy typhoon
Big fire, then make a nigger back up
I honest hope that you really won’t back up
..living life, we don’t really get too fucked
These hoes start to get …
I’m twenty four and no…

Chorus:
Bitch, you’re looking that funny
You’ll see all these money
You’ll see all these diamonds,
Ain’t hard telling we want it!
…I hit the mall and I…
every single thing that I want won’t get your cash up
Now make some room, I say make some room
Get out the way cause it’s a lot of paper coming through
Make some room, I say make some room
Get out the way cause it’s a lot of pain, we’re coming through.

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alcohol music
i got me in the club so gone
it’s on
ace hood
man i’m lying

hook:
damn that body, damn that waste
damn that dress, damn that faces
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
all up in the club, all up in the back seat
all up in the crib, all up in the bed like
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

she been it over
why she look back at me
i ain’t never had a ..get it up like this
am i call it probably
more curves than a race crab
and i just wanna ride it
i ain’t never had ..catch my eye like this
take me leave the club early
got the body of a dancer
that is in the party
..want to tell, never know exactly ..
if you’re talking money there’s a majorly
you make sense not to leave with me
..late we can get the peace come on
you got me licking

hook:
damn that body, damn that waste
damn that dress, damn that faces
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
all up in the club, all up in the back seat
all up in the crib, all up in the bed like
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

the way you do it in ..
who you wrong but it feel so right
it’s so tight i’ll be..till the morn
cellphone on the charger
we gonna let it ring
i ain’t never had a chick make me forget
where i need to be
such a former, the way i gotta sing it
i know i gotta go but it look like i’m leaving
girl how you’re doing that to the beat
you make me lose my insanity
boy you move your body amazingly
on, you got me sayin

[hook:]

[ace hood:]
damn shawty she know she damn wrong
with that dress fitting you i think it’s painted on
whine fine dime hope that you came alone
even if you beating to that lane nigga gone
sight narra cube is painted aqua
but is such a movie girl you deserve an oscar
kicking with the flies niggas dinner time i’m lost
p**sy good swear i might..sending me a sponsor
and i could truly be the liquor talking
worst fresher like a body then it’s office
yeah and it ain’t hard to tell em all one
pitching to me i guarantee i had a home run
from the..to the counter to my best friend
know what’s on when i’m lonely let the phone ring down that body
far beyond the hottie
but my nigga kills ain’t no cuffing at the party
but i’m

[hook:]

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Ace Hood, Game What Up Ni**a?
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Thank God Momma Son Made It At Twenty Three
Still Remembering A Struggle Hidden Deep In Me
Momma Gone, Ain't No Single Daddy Memory
I Became My Own Man The Age Of Seventeen
Trying Make This Money Flip Like It's A Trampoline
I Was Hard Headed, Grandfather Diabetic
I Was Trying Do It Big, Like I Was Faith Evans
Praying To The Heavens, I Can See My Daughter Smile
Know She Watching Now That Daddy Rip This Record Down
Know I Love You Baby, Tell My God I Said Whatup'
And Know I Seen Em' Just Meeting Ends, So My Family Up
I Should Pray Harder, Instead I Tote A Pistol
Speed Dollar Killers Running If I Ever Whistle
Real Nigga, That's Just My Genetics
Hustle Hard Got My Money Doing Calisthenics
I Stretch Paper, Every Dollar Bill

[Hook: Ace Hood] X2
Niggas Cry Tears, When I See My First Meal (First Meal)
Bad Bitch Wit' Me Bet She Know The Drill
Bad Bitch Wit' Me Bet She Know The Drill
Bad Bad Bitch Wit' Me Bet She Know The Drill

[Verse 2: Game]
I Gotta' Bad Bitch Wit' Me, And She Know The Drill
And She Know My Ex, X Pill
She Only Listen To Me, Ace, And Meek Mill
I Told Her Tat My Name On It, So I Know It's Real
She Know The Value Of A Dollar Bill
She Know How Real Or Fake Them Counterfeit Hunded's Feel
She Know The Difference Between Derrick Rose And D-Wade
She Know The Difference Between Being Broke And Stayin', Paid
She Know The Difference Between Vuve And Spades
She Know The Difference Between Warrants And Raves
Never Confuse When Talkin' Glocks And Dem' K's
Show Her The Shoe, She Put A Number On Dem' J's
Like, It Dem' Is Cool Grays
I'm Like, Dem' Is Cool Shades
I'm Like, Dem' Is Spike Lee's
She Like, Yeah Schooldays
And She Bang The Documentary Still
Said That Motherfucka' Cold, Yeah, Buffalo Bill

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I Ain't Never Ran From Nobody, And I Never Will
Lunch Time On These Niggas, Cuz' I'm On My Second Meal
I Just Dropped A Mixtape, Lookin' Like My Second Deal
Club Live Thirty Bottles, And I'm On My Second Bill
And I Be Gettin' High As My Electric Bill
Ask Bout' Me In The Hood, They Say I'm Extra Real
Cuz' Ain't Nobody Never Rob Me, I Ain't Never Squeal
And Ain't Nobody Never Try, My Niggas Love To Kill
Ridin' Round Wit' Chuck, But It Ain't A Game Though
My Black Wall Niggas, Told Me You A Lame Though
The Block Got A Beam On It, Like Kano
But Man It Took Some Lemon Squeeze's, Just To Split Your Mango
My Down Bitch, Never Count To Counterfeit
Cuz' You Know The Real From Fake, I Had To Learn Some Shit
Before I Ever Thought Of Rap, I Had A Pound To Get
And The Piece Is Steel, I Never Thought I See A Mill

[Hook]

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