B Boyz Lyrics - Ace Hood

Talk about it make 'em talk about it 

Life to me is currensy prosperity i got it 

And your life to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support 

I license everything in my wallet 

Lightest boy with the biggest heart 

Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence 

Next to me is definitely no one, no one, no one 

And i must of won that from anybody who had it 

Or better yet forgot it 

Mac in the back of a lac with a mac in the back of a lac 

With a latch on the back of the trunk 

Hit a punk in the back with a pump in back 

Till he's off balance 

And I'm back in the front of the front of the future 

When your are mentioning talent 

And im back in the back of the block with a cop 

That wanna cop anybody's allowance 

Iraq on the block key watch for the block or whatever 

And cut no cut more guns more guts 

Fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked consider you drownin' 

Die in the lake on a date with a catfish backflip head first smilin' 

C-Cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin' 

On you bitches TDE YMCMB business bitch 

Ok nigga ridin in the Mayby 

And im probably with Baby 

Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me 

Intercept your bitch like Baylee 

Ok big money on this side 

100 grand for whip my bitch ride 

Need a new safe money gettin' to high 

Dead presidents all in my Levi's 

Boy i swear this nigga be swaggin 

And I'm livin' lavish 

Might pop me an Aston Martin on 'em 

Anything i drive i own 'em 

Bad bitch and that ass ain't normal 

Gotta put that pound game on her 

Beat it up she deep in a coma 

I'm super paid two shows a day 

My role gold no time to waste 

What it do bird my fuckin' brother 

Keep that pistol by me like my lovely mama 

Hot as the summer cold as the winter 

Stay on them? 

I heard that they plottin' my timber 

Young nigga got a lot of flows 

Any nigga that don't believe me i make it look easy easy out of control 

() Just like that boy 

Death fore' bitches honor 

You understand me 

Dedicated respect fully loaded 

Box full of choppers 

Hand on the trigger 

Uptown gangster get it how we get it 

Third world soldier suicide rider 

Milli two minded 

Hundred mill on the counter 

Hand persian rug nigga 

Flame on the bugatti 

Crystal Louis Vuitton 

Chanel for my models 

Higher than bugatti nigga 

Fishin' on fish scales 

Low divin' for them hunneds 

Strapped up makin mill 

Fresher than i been before 

Higher than we've ever been shinin' on them 24's 

Jr doin time hoe on the grind hoe while you doin time hoe 

() you know 

The time is money and money still was made baby 

8 months ain't stop nuthin nigga 

It's like jail is third base and my lil' nigga still came home you undertsand yea 

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in their baby's diapers 

That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us 

I came a long ways from rhymin up in crazy cyphers 

Man i so happy my lil brother came home from Rykers 

Shout out to BP, Thugga Flo, and Vel boy 

My flow Lucifer i spit hell boi 

My heart numb ain't no pain i can"t withstand 

And i hold my niggas down like a kickstand 

Get off my nuts Stop Actin like a bitch fam 

Lil nigga finish puberty grow your own dick damn 

I went from watchin time fly on allen red porch 

To cruzin through the streets in miami in a red porch 

Me and stunna fly we should join the air force 

Stand up niggas what the fuck you brought them chairs for 

I went from makin money from people with crack habits 

To thankin god im in a whole 'nother tax record amen 

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