Ace Hood

[fox69]

"Money Ova Here"

"Money Ova Here"


It's so incredable!

[Ace Hood:]
A fresh Louie V. jeans and a fitted cap, a brand new old skool with the top back, see ain't another gettin money so clear, we got money ova here, kick it with a millionaire

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money, I smell like money, my swag one hundred, system fulla that scummy, I ball like a dawg seven days of the week, they don't get it like this, tellem get like me, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, see you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change, ain't no money ova there, kick it with a millionaire.

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change, ain't no money ova there, kick it with a millionaire.

[Ace Hood:]
Fresh on the scene a hundred grand in the jeans, bet you can't get these, spent a grand for the Visa, let my pants hang you know I'm on lean, rollin with some O.G.s, and they all tote beams, I'm the man in my city tellem get like me, I'm the man in the club blowin stacks ery week, ask ya chick bout the kid I bet she wanna do me, and I let her get the donk plus the stacks and the keys, give her drank in a Louie V. type things, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, “see the jews too loud baby girl I can't hear, trash bag fulla ones throw the money in the air.

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money, I smell like money, my swag one hundred, system fulla that scummy, I ball like a dawg seven days of the week, they don't get it like this, tellem get like me, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, see you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change, ain't no money ova there, kick it with a millionaire.

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change, ain't no money ova there, kick it with a millionaire.

[Ace Hood:]
We got money ova here, you can tell by the wrist glow, cash flow, nympho, see me in a six fo, pants hang low cause the dough got me crypto, drop straight cash while you crabs at a rental, 80 fo the Jag play the tags what is info., money out the ass I don't brag I just get mo, say you gettin cash tryin flash I don't think so, pull up in the jalapeño Lambo, up on a truck bet you've neva seen those, with a hot lil mama named jalapeño, drop stacks in a bag gotta keep it G-code, there ain't no money ova there and she already know.

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money, I smell like money, my swag one hundred, system fulla that scummy, I ball like a dawg seven days of the week, they don't get it like this, tellem get like me

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change, ain't no money ova there, kick it with a millionaire.

[Ace Hood:]
Fresh Louie V. jeans and a fitted cap, a brand new old skool with the top back, see ain't another gettin money so clear, we got money ova here, kick it with a millionaire, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, we got money ova here, we got money ova here,

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money, I smell like money, my swag one hundred, system fulla that scummy, I ball like a dawg seven days of the week, they don't get it like this, tellem get like me,

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change, ain't no money ova there, kick it with a millionaire.

 

[fox69]

"Mood"

"Mood"


Haha, shit
Cause I'm in the mood baby
I'm in the mood nigga
Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
Shit

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, where fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves then exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext
Ooh, ause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood

Brought a car with a horse, got a young nigga whippin'
I just pull up at the light, shittin' on your Honda Civic
I got racks in my pocket, dead fresh catch a body
That potato on a shotty, count that money for a hobby
I just pull up to the villa, big shit, Godzilla
Young nigga, chinchilla, all ice like it’s winter
Hit the mall, blow a check
On the gram, gotta flex
Ain't no love for my ex, oh lord boy you blessed
See I'm in the mood to fuck up your mood, I'm covered in jewels
I just brought a crib with too many rooms, it came with a pool
I know what you're thinking, got rid of my neighbors, had too many rules
Don't get it confused, don't get it confused, we never gon' lose
I'm gonna get everything a nigga prayed for
Fuck me and call me daddy ain't that what you came for?
I'm in the mood, I'm like fuck it, put twenty chains on
Go hit the club, pour the bottles to see the light show

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood

Middle finger in the air, that's my motherfuckin' mood
Twenty-twenty with the vision, I got panoramic views
In my cup, got the screw
Phantom ghost, peek-a-boo
Nigga sleep, let 'em snooze
Ace Hood got the juice
I'm the motherfuckin; man, twenty bands for a [?]
I just brought a foreign, pay for it like a boss do
Nigga in the mood, keep it cool, goons crazy
Walk in the club with them Haitians
The fragrance amazing
I just might cop me a crib and only live in that bitch
I might just cop me a whip and only drive that new shit
I might just charge every hoe that I encounter for dick
Then pull up on my old teacher who said I won't be shit, bitch

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessings
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexing
I'm with the crew, you ain't making moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sex it
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext

Cause I'm in the mood baby
I'm in the mood nigga
Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
Shit

 

[fox69]

"Motive"
(feat. Kevin Cossom)

"Motive"
(feat. Kevin Cossom)



[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Uhh!, wait 'til I get my money right
Bet'cha then, she'll fuck me right
Bet'cha then she'll fuck me long
Do anything jus so she'll be on!
That lean in my cup 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 'em 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', boy
I promise her pussy can get her the world
To get what she want and she suddenly plays an innocent girl

[Hook: Kevin Cossom]
Girl 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
The motive, the motive
My motive is your honey
Your motive is the money
So now we're back together
But it won't last forever
Ooh the motive, I want a motive

[Bridge]
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]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Wait 'till I get my money right
Bet'cha then, 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, admire the ice, my diamond's bright
Watching her body, that dress that she rocking is fitting her tight
Lord, she could be somebody's wife
But everything that shines ain't a diamond right?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Hood"

"Mr. Hood"



Now I dun been so talked about and laughed at,
Doubted by my family,
Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs,
Came back, anthrax, spitting like a automac’
This is where it started at, way before that We The Best,
I was back in Deerfield, giving momma heart attacks,
Calling but no answer she just wonder where her son was at,
I was in the studio, you was moving work and blow,
I was thinkin’ bigger shit, they just want some 24′s,
Me I’m dreaming millionaire, I don't think they hear me though,
Slidin’ with my brother them, what you think that rental fo’
Livin at my momma house, tellin me to watch my mouth,
Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt,
Fuck that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them
Couple months I’m outta here broward county pioneer,
Walking with no kinda feel, passed up on them scholarships,
Mr. Broward county in the flesh remember I am him,
And I play the game how I’m ‘posed to got my name all on
Them posters I ain't boastin I’m jus’ stating facts,
And I’m taking over fuck you loners,
Tell yo owner I pulled over like my Rover may have caught a flat
I am fucking back, like yo spinal cord,
All you lames extinct, to many dinosaurs,
Flow is super sick, I’m talkin herpey sores
Biggest shit in years, I’m talkin jersey shores,
ya, and like a cheeto I remain the same,
Gotta let the world know wat my fuckin name,
That's why I hustle like I’m ten of yall,
And they don't believe me check my protocal
I’m mista, keep a bad bitch, Louis V frames
I jus’ hope you get the picture
Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain,
None you niggas pose a threat, y’all ain't in my target,
Swingin to the top spot you can call me Tarzan,
Walking over lames, they can clearly play the carpet,
Hot shit, arson, murder scene caution,
They don't want it with the kid, gladly get abortion,
See you niggas pocket watching, you wont get a portion,
Think I'm really slippin tho, bullets to yo organ,
Yea you niggas supa ducks yea I’m talkin oregon,
Ride the beat no choruses, like I’m in some foreign shit,
Kayko told me murder dat, so I went and bodied this,
Ballin like I’m by the rim, I deserve a scholarship,
This is where I'm at today, you should come and follow him,
I be on my planet tho, come and see my mother ship,
Fuck the game and let it go, there is no more sportsmanship,
3 years with that We The Best, sorry I don't see the rest,
I don't care who comin next, you wont see me break a sweat,
Better than yo next effects, greater than yo thoughts can get,
Its me I am in the flesh, and this as good as it can get,
Man you niggas never pose a threat.

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Nice Guy"

"Mr. Nice Guy"


[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy

[Verse 1:]
You lookin' at a lion in a dogfight
Shooters knock the bulb out your nightlight
Nigga, I'm the illest, that's in real life
Boy, you better chill, don't get gassed by the crowd hype
I can send a shot to make 'em act right
I suggest you go and get an ally
Know I got the heat, like I'm Pat Ri'
Beast of the South, wear the hat like a Rabbi
Nigga, I ain't impressed
Nigga, I ain't even flex
I ain't mentioned in your top five?
This the day that they regret it
Fuck 'em
Ballin' like the Rucker
Shout my nigga P [?] they in trouble
They ain't on my level
Big stones in the bezel
I'm a ruler with the flows, niggas can't even measure
Whatcha sayin' nigga?
I don't play games on the playground
I just go to bussin' like a Greyhound
Ain't the type of guy to [?] 'round
Speakin' of the South, I'm the one who hold the weight down
Who the fuck is these niggas?
Who the fuck is these niggas?
I'm kinda sick in the head
Ask H-I-V who the motherfuckin' illest

[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy

[Verse 2:]
Fuck niggas around, I expose 'em
I am the one who the chosen
Fuck your devotion
I make 'em stir up commotion
I make 'em lock in and focus
Bitch, I'm a problem
Way too much chains on my collar
Hoes commit sin for a dollar
She just keep suckin'
Head is so good, she a scholar
Rolly on prezi Obama
I am a stoner
Pockets on Rosie O'Donnell
Loyalty's just what I honor
Out for the commas
Rap niggas don't want no drama
Just know I'm [?] Yolanda
Ain't no more chillin'
I got more bars than a prison
I am on point with precision
Aim at your fitted
Dope as the coke in the kitchen
Ego too big for the business
I'm disrespectful, that's just the thing I intended
Testin', I don't recommend it
Stay on my pivot
My name I dare you to mention
Flow is on fuckin' tremendous
Ya'll better warn everybody
I'm a young Vince Lombardi
Fuck you gon' teach to a coach, nigga?
I tried told niggas

[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy

[Outro:]
Oh! Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
You have fucked up now!

 

[fox69]

"My Bible"

"My Bible"


[Intro:]
I feel alright [x4]

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I can hear my granny speaking from the land of heaven
Pray I get the message, bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady barely see the reverend
Hope my life is right with Christ before it's Armageddon
Lord knows it's cold world and it ain't apologetic
Keep my bible on my side just know I'm armed and ready
If we got a problem, scriptures like 100 choppers
Ain't no weapon for what gets me to whatever prosper
Devils come in different forms watch for the impostors
Cause' everybody ain't your friends put that on my momma
Words of the wise, faith and hope will never die
Prayin to a higher God before I rest an eye
Seven angels on my collar must I testify?
Know some youngin's totin' guns before they baptized
Man this world is out of order, keep ya' holy water
Daddy gotta go, I kiss the cheek on my lil' daughter
Steady hustlin' just to support my covenant
Bible with me that's stronger than any government
I'm never worried devil lurking, trying to serve a purpose
Triple black phantom ghost, lord have mercy
Only God can judge me I never need attorney
Hear my momma prayin' for me on this lonely journey (amen)

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
How sweet is the sound
Bloodsuckers, never trust em' I don't keep em' around
Holding on to my Jesus piece, no demons allowed
Put that ice in the crown, never preachin the foul
Know the snakes are watching
Every dollar to pocket
Jealousy in your soul, every nigga will gossip
Lord knows I'm sinning, timberlands in the trenches
Psalms 91, please lord protect those with me
Why they hate on me? I got my strap on me
It came with a million bullets come and test out these
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Got the word of God for any spirit that's there
Got the blood of Jesus on my white Nike Airs
Lion hearted lil' nigga with the force of a bear
I'm beast mode, never wanna see that side I suppose
And my eyes closing, praying for niggas with hate in they soul
Please guide my steps, cause' it's hell out there
Pussy niggas playin dirty tryin' to plan my death
20 Jesus pieces on me like I can't be touched
Every soul needs saved but it can't be rushed
People dying everyday just pray it ain't one of us
Keep my bible right beside me know what God I trust.
Yes lord, amen, amen
Long as I got my bible
Long as I got my bible
I scream (Jesus)

 

[fox69]

"My Life"
(feat. Dane Cash)

"My Life"
(feat. Dane Cash)



I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm gon make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I will make it back someday

Cold world, killings, this crazy world that we live in
Got minors thugging and dealing life all good fuck authority feelings
Was raised up out of Broward, and my momma didn't raise no coward
Had a job and I worked them hours, my pride would not allow it
Young men holding all that power on dope like fiends with the powder
Came up now the niggas wanna doubt 'em
In the rows ain't talkin' flowers
Everybody wanna be so sour
You mad cause the shit ain't ours
Handouts only for them cowards
No college degree at Howard
I came up from the bottom
They so scared I'm getting hotter
We stacking them fuckin' dollars
Just pray for me, will you mama?
I done came a long way
Wanna know me? Just listen to what the song say

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it back someday

And I told my team that I got us
They were chasing a whole but the commas
Still ball like my nigga Udonis, I
Do me, never mind your comments
Go hard and give it no favors
Be around cause a nigga done made it
Where the fuck was you when I needed?
I'm sick and tired of your hatin'
I'm sittin' cool and I' patient
And my fans are steady waitin'
Why the fuck I haven't blew up?
Why the fuck I'm underrated?
I'm the realest thing going
And most of people know it
To my hood I am a God, an illustrated poet
I don't see no competition
Unless I'm in the mirror
I'm starving in this bitch and I just saved about a million
All my life I've been waiting for this moment
But still I'm screaming fuck 'em
You just show me my opponent, hold up

I've been walking all my life
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday
Well if that don't come home you know I'll try
To make it on my own
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it back someday

I've been walking all my life (my life my life...)
I've been walking all my life (my life my life...)
And I can't find my way to you
I've been praying to the lord I'm a make it there someday, someday (someday someday...)

 

[fox69]

"My Speakers"

"My Speakers"


Ace knocking my speakers [x3]

[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]

Okay
I'm still spitting that ether
Real shit on your speakers
No top on that Beamer
Diagnosed with Leukemia
I'm that young nigga who don't pay
Old school on duece treys
Real nigga no fool gaze
Shoot clips like P Swayze
Young boy, he swagged out
Diamonds on me, they stand out
Big money, don't do drought
Fuck her she don't use mouth
Ace Hood in your speakers
A lot of ya'll my sequel
Walk a mile in my sneakers
But a nigga won't reside in my features
I'll be okay flyest nigga on your runway
No kids allowed we on that gun play
And sweep put it on my mama
I'm a dog when it come to them commas
You play you lay wit my nigga rose

[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]

Okay now money of them bitches
Hopping up out of that new Bentley
Strapped up like Yosemite
Gotta keep that from my enemies
This smoke fool no chimney
That getting money my remedy
You's a family guy you to giggity
That hating shit it waste energy
Nigga I'm riding round and I'm getting it
That Mossberg in dickies
My jury called me 250
I'mma talk a bitch out her vickies
Boy I can knock my speakers
That stealing flows from their teacher
Ain't rock around with no skeezer
That's straight droppin this speaker
I'mma let my nigga rosay teach em
Anybody want problems see me
20 grand won't do no freebies
I'm rated R and you PG
You sweet homie like kiwi
Your money small lie a tepee
We headline TMZ
Out the bed I've been born a G

[Hook]
Ace knocking my speakers [x12]

 

[fox69]

"Nothing To Something"

"Nothing To Something"



Uh, a dollar and a dream
Get it by any means
Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
Hard work, it was once a dream
Won it all my nigga, I'm all about the cream
From nothing to something
Nothing to something
Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it

From nothing to something (yea)
To frequently stuntin' (yea)
Used to diss me now them bitches be easily fuckin'
No use for the bucket, I'm whippin' a Phantom
Still I know who get it cheap out of Little Havana
Keep it caution niggas, know who be talkin' bananas
Watch you block up, give a fuck if you holdin' umbrellas
Watch the niggas you around cause motherfuckin' jealous
Pillow talkin' with them bitches could be repercussions
No pity for weak, we playin' for keeps
Put feet on the Jeep and ride with that piece on the seat
No sleep when it's beef here, don't trust the whole from the streets
Niggas set you up and act like they one of your peeps
I got it from nothing, to money your bundles
Don't give a fuck if niggas owe me a couple of hundred
I need that, I'm talkin' asap
Got this shit off the muscle, I'm talkin' way back
Little Frangle you niggas, bitches you hatin' ass
Only reason I come through stuntin' with paper tags
Yellow diamonds be shining, know how to pay back
You niggas boring, I whipped the foreign, it's 8 spac

A dollar and a dream
Get it by any means
Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
Hard work, it was once a dream
Won it all my nigga, I'm all about the cream
From nothing to something
Nothing to something
Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it

Chasing that money still to church on the Sunday
Hustling foreigns, upgrade you swagger from bummy
Still got that pistol tucked by the waist and the tummy
Fucking these bitches, still they can't get nothing from me
Rolling on 4G idles and move to the paper
Let the wrist, ain't got the window to fuck up a hater
Let's get 'em pissed, look at my latest bitch
You will think Beyonce ride with me at the wheel
Bitch we the business, couple million
Swimmin' in fuck what you think or you feelin'
Hustle hard, so potent with balls
Still whippin' them cars, don't know what's in the garage
I'm rich yay, crib got a few in the made
She cook what I crave, wake up to water and waves
It's boos livin', pimpin', you in it or not
Whole team balling, bitches you fuckin' or not?
Rollie on me, got more cracks than a crack-head
26's on the chicas in Bali
I got what I needed, consistently dreamin'
Lookin' at hustler dog if you never seen it

A dollar and a dream
Get it by any means
Started with a couple niggas, loyal to a team
Hard work, it was once a dream
Won it all my nigga, I'm all about the cream
From nothing to something
Nothing to something
Broke as a joke, the niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we the niggas on the boulevard who run it

 

[fox69]

"On My Momma"

"On My Momma"


[Verse 1:]
I swear to God I'll never be a fuck nigga
Fuck niggas not to quick to fucks with us
Chopper stretch a muscle like a body builder
Hood say he ratting like a Stewart Little, snitch
Find his little homies in the sewer with him
Fool he think he tough, I got a crew of killers
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
They not satisfied till their momma miss them
These niggas talk tough, gon' get it
Glock will knock off your snap back fitted
Hell yeah, my niggas turned up with it
Hopping out of that four door tinted
Fly nigga like sky miles
Gold chain and my locks down
On my momma, them killers with me
They just loving that gun sound
Fuck room with them, man she's crazy
No matter what, it's fuck you niggas pay me
My Rollie' cost a brick, I swear to God fool
Got so many cars, it's like a drive through

[Hook:]
Everyday I gotta hustle bitch, that's on my momma
I gotta keep it G, nothing less than one hundred
My Rolex super flooded, put that on my dog
If she with me, she gon' fuck and suck and all
That's on my momma, that's on my momma
I'm stunting, I'm balling, bitch that's on my momma
This pistol, I keep it, that's on my momma
My niggas, we bout it, that's on my momma

[Verse 2:]
White on white the tray, I call that bitch Madonna
Chevy sits so high, I'm talking marijuana
Counting up a million, damn near caught a boner
Lambo' coming soon, it's like it's Oklahoma
Fuck that I won't spare you nigga, fuck that I won't spare you hoes
Hell yeah I been getting that money, hell nah I won't sell my soul
Put the word on my momma, I never snitched to your honor
My chopper's name is Obama, he bring change when there's drama
I stay hood and I've been that, bad bitch I might tip that
Thief with me I click clack, purple lean I'm gon' sip that
On my momma my click ride, on my momma my niggas ball
In the club bout twenty bottles, hating niggas get pissed off

[Hook]