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Ace Hood

Genres: Hip-Hop

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[Verse 1 - Ace Hood] 

They told me "Where you getting money? Boy them niggas hate" 

Taught to trust nobody other than my .38 

Fuck a nigga, petty weight 

It's just me and all this money I'll be okay 

Hustle hard, each and every day 

Thinking of a master plan, accumulating cake 

Very rapid pace, motherfucker bang 

IRS be watching, stash it in the safe 

Never trust a nigga, even in his face 

Catch him stealing from me, that's another case 

Prices on your head, show up to your weight 

Cold blooded killer, one more to the face 

Don't nobody side, fuck who got away 

Happy Meal clips, have a nice day 

Money is the motive, nothing mediocre 

Keep that pussy popping, like a canned soda 

Let her ride the dick, come and be my chauffeur 

Heavy money piles, I need a bulldozer 

So keep away the hate, I can't stand the odor 

I'm just getting started, Indy try and told them 

 

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[Chorus - Ace Hood] 

They told me "Were you getting money? Boy them niggas hate" 

Me and Ballgreezy get this shit by any way 

Real niggas, fuck with us 

We'll be bucking in this bitch until they come get us 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

I wish a nigga would 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

Turn up 

The whole hood want him 

 

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[Verse 2 - Ballgreezy] 

Fuck the other side, bitch I'm going ham 

Pocket full of bands, so rock your head, yeah! 

Coconut, and it taste good, Ballgreezy and Ace Hood 

Big pistols, and blowing reefer 

Up in this bitch, because my face good 

Me and my niggas make movies 

Going down about my foolish 

Hell naw, you can't hit the weed 

Or make the drink, bitch keep it moving 

Around here, it's G-code 

Ask around, the streets know 

Love fucking them freak hoes 

With a fat ass and a deep throat 

My outfit, is so shaw 

My shoe game, is so hard 

Stomp with the groupies 

Sitting nigga that's your hoe job 

The music all the way turned up 

Rosay getting poured up 

My cellphone keep blowing up 

By the bad bitch that I'm going to fuck 

My shades on, and they real dawg 

My ice shining real hard 

Niggas acting real hard, that beef shit, and we'll solve 

Pop up with that loose shit, thinking that I ain't going to do shit 

Thinking I ain't going to shoot shit 

Won't give a fuck about who hit 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Verse 3 - Ace Hood] 

Okay, I'm gone off of tequila 

Hopping out of that Regal 

24's on my whip 

Toasting my neck colder than freezers 

I'm turned up with my top down 

Bad bitch and she turn around 

Ass fat and I dick her down 

Fuck her free like I'm sights or sounds 

And bitch I'm heavy balling 

Nicknamed Mister Spalding 

Momma told me kill them, dead man walking 

Riding with that reefer, rip through any carcass 

It's We the Best forever, bitch I'm just now getting started 

Hold up 

 

[Chorus] 

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