Jamaica Lyrics - Ace Hood

I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica 

Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica 

I'm on the move, now see you later, later 

Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica 

You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters 

I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors 

Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres 

I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous 

Aye I just got back from Jamaica 

I swear to God I woke up on the gully side 

And all they know is motherfuckin homicide 

Murda, just keep the burna 

A couple keys will get you shot, 

Watch who you servin, watch who you servin, 

Police lurkin, oh yea they lurkin 

They seven deep in that excursion, in that excursion 

Keep 20 thousand in my pockets, that's in my pockets 

Ain't talkin money switch the topic, I switch the topic 

I pull up in that brand new Gatti, bitch I got it 

I fuck these niggas, word to Gotti, just catchin profit 

I know some youngins catchin bodies, they catchin bodies 

They 17 and got no daughters, ain't got no daughters 

Oh my goodness, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy 

My Rollie cost a couple birdies, a couple birdies 

I want a billion fore I'm 40, before I'm 40 

They aks me do I smoke that killa? Know what I'm talkin? 

I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica 

Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica 

I'm on the move, now see you later, later 

Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica 

You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters 

I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors 

Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres 

I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous 

Aye I just got back from Jamaica 

A hunnit killas with me in Mavado nigga 

I'm king of the south and ain't got a lot of niggas 

Wake up, go get yo cake up 

I blew 100 racks in Jacob, that's only Jacob's 

Don't give a fuck, I do it major, I do it major 

These bitches watch me like I'm cable, just like I'm cable 

And fuck yo life, that shit's a fable, it's all a fable 

I show you millions on the table, that's on the table 

And can't no other nigga stop me, you'll never stop me 

I'm shittin on em, never sloppy, apologizing 

Bitch we the bidness and the realest, ain't nothing modest, 

I swear to God I tried to tell er 

We set the standards, we set the standards motherfucker 

Better learn some manners 

I'm getting head in that new Phantom, that's in a Phantom 

And Papi aks me do I got it, you know the answer 

I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica 

Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica 

I'm on the move, now see you later, later 

Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica 

You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters 

I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors 

Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres 

I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous 

Aye I just got back from Jamaica 

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