Ace Hood

[fox69]

"We Don't"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)

"We Don't"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)



[Hook x2: Ace Hood]
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(Don't fuck with you)
You can't sit with us, you can't hit the blunt
Just to tell the truth, we don't fuck with you

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
I can smell that fake from like a mile or two
Only smoke that loud, and not that reggie, mayne
I got all my whips in all my bitches names
Standin' on your sofa, nigga, fuck your couch
Niggas like some bitches, they just run their mouth
Askin' all them questions, boy your mind gone
Boy you must be workin' for the 5-0
Niggas out here ballin' for a season
Watch these bitches, they are so misleadin'
This real nigga air you cannot breathe in
I just want you to give me a reason
I, don't fuck with these niggas
I say now I, ain't lovin' these bitches
Cross my heart and hope to die

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I love my alphabets, all I smoke is Ls
Yeah, C+ is the police, I don't fuck with 12s
I spent too much money on the package for the scale
I need my money up front cause I don't trust the mail
I'm gon' rip this beat apart if the bass good
My block is like a deck of cards, Ace Hood
I wanna know just who you are and if you taste good
I can go anywhere I want because my face good (A1)
Got this lil' bitch I jump up on like a skateboard (kick, push)
Every time that I need some money, I take some
She'll suck my dick and go and kiss her nigga
Stop it, my Pan 4-door, fuck you, hit my middle finger

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Just know my circle small and I don't trust nobody
We gon' have to weigh that money, too much profit pilin'
I just love to stunt on all my old hoes
I do not fuck with that bitch, she cannot keep her legs closed
I'm runnin' the game, I'm fuckin' them lames
Forrealla, forreal, that head was insane
But all of these niggas be frontin'
All of my niggas be stuntin'
Livin' this life and we love it
We gettin' this money, I keep it 100
Say I, don't fuck with these niggas
I say, now I, ain't lovin' these bitches
Cross my heart and hope to die

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"We Here (Dunn Dunn)"

"We Here (Dunn Dunn)"


[Talking: ACE HOOD]
I here alot of talking bout these nigga ace hood
Alot of people don't know who we be but uh talk to em lil homie ACE

[ACE HOOD:]
Now any nigga won't to know who I be I be h to the double o d
Keeps it gutta till d-I-e run them blocks with the real ogs
Come in see me if you need that cheap fuck them niggas that run they teeth
Pop that clip then I'm takin your sleep split your brain nigga hold that thought
Can't stop me cause I'm runnin the south I'm runnin the streets I'm runnin the block
U runnin your mouth u can might my glock pop pop pop yo body no top
Give me yo cash I'm taking yo last u wanna be bad I'm bustin yo ass
Leave a fuck nigga right there in the grass middle finger how we feel
U ain't heard that we the best and how we runn it I the field
Respect the movement apphiliates in yo ribs bring the piece to yo cribs
Like domino with a deal yea I got me a deal but never seen me a mill so I'm hunting to kill
Letting anything in my field hollerin gettem I gottem I lettem swallow the steel
Let khaled warm the cooler we but them shits on the grill uuuuummmmm yum yum
We at the top of the hill but that logo straight dangling tellem strangers we here
We here nigga we here nigga

 

[fox69]

"We On"

"We On"



Okay
Uh, okay I walked in the party Mr. swag, so gnarly
With a bad Spanish mammy betta ask somebody
Yea that's my Maseratti, going ham no salami
That's your chick if I like it then I'm straight bo guarding
In the club where the bottles at, Rosay no Muscato
They see me, models follow, ass clap, Aye, bravo
I'll be why then my niggas see my jewels, they six figures
Fuck your girl and her friend. I'm a dog. How'd you figure?
Chillin' with my click and I puff that loud
She don't wanna fuck... then I tell a bitch bye,
Heart so cold, why waste my time?
Twenty on the wrist cause I like the shine
Fuck you niggas who hate on mine
Credit card will not declined
Missionary no, not me, I like that pussy from behind
Bitch I'm balling every day, it's like somebody pressed rewind
All my niggas came from nothing, mandatory that we shine
Private plane and no complainin' if I happen to recline
Same nigga that they doubted and I'm glad they don't remind
Made a million off my hunger, that's just solely my reply
Cause we da best, shit ain't a lie

Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

Okay, now one for the money, Shorty two for the fuck of it
Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence
Meet a bitch and hit it quick and never know her government
I been rocking Hermes and that H don't stand for hooligan
High boy, I fly, high nigga, blast off
You goof truth loose goose prove you ain't cutting soft
We on, we on, way to keep on, bring on
All these cases of that aces, bring them back to my oasis
Taking shots after shots like I'm busting off that 44
Man, that ciroc, got me feeling like I overdosed
Living with my niggas, celebrating, rocking hella gold
Ring hella big, you would think I won the Super Bowl
Yea, we in the building, why the fuck you think it's super flow?
Tell the DJ bring it back and show 'em what we really on
All these women love me cause they know a youngun money long
Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home

Had to bring the money home
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Motherfucker, we on
I had to bring the money home
Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me
Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on)
I go so hard, niggas already know
Still in the club when they close at 4
Birthday girl gon drop it low
Let's make a toast to never broke us
We on (we on) we on (we on)
And we on (and we on) and we on (on)

 

[fox69]

"We Outchea"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"We Outchea"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Intro: Ace Hood]
Real life, Ace Hoooood
We the motherfuckin' best - HUH!
(Lil bro, ya know I gotcha)

[Chorus: Ace Hood (Lil Wayne)]
I made my way from the bottom, and I'm grindin'
I wake up every morning lookin' for commas
Bout my dollars; I'm goin' all out
And that's on my mama, on my mama (yeeeah)
Cause we outchea (we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin'), cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea), we outchea (we outchea)
Grindin' all damn night, cause we outchea

[Ace Hood]
Everyday that I'm wakenin', I'mma say my prayers (Amen)
I'mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
And I'mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain't no time to sleep, I get guap, ain't no Jordan's in the shoe box
Ain't no roof that came with that drop, chase that paper youngin' don't stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle, tryin' to get my fuckin' in, that's struggle
Fuck that nine to five that don't cut, ain't no job I guess that's my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date, tryin' to triple what I made today
This one right here is for my real niggas and bad bitches who gettin' cake
Count it up til your thumbs hurt, put fam second and God first
Hatin' niggas ain't phasin' me; you couldn't walk a mile in my foot work

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'
When opportunity knock
I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops
Damn, I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom I didn't clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe's, sak pase
I'm twisted weed in my mansion, I go dumb in alumni Stanford
Remember when moms couldn't afford Pampers, now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F. for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I'm richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood]
I say another day, another dollar, thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watching back in this cold world cause everybody won't see tomorrow
Money callin' and I'm motivated, kill the beat, its pre-meditated
Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day I'mma go get it, pair of J's and my Florida fitted
Quittin' not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fail, hatin' on me I don't give a damn
Out here like what nigga? You don't get the picutre like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand, couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to those big M's, and my weight up like six gyms
I'm outchea and I mean that; We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes I don't need that, I'da come too far to be lookin' back

[Chorus]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
YOUNG MULA BAAAY-BAAAY!
Ace Hood, nigga
Fuck these lil bitch ass niggas

 

[fox69]

"We Them Niggas"

"We Them Niggas"


[Hook]
Anybody seen a waitress? Tell her bring more liquor
All my dawgs in the building, and we smokin’ on that killer
Anybody know a hater? Middle finger to the ceiling
Feelin’ like John Gotti – can’t nobody fuck with us (turn up)
We them niggas… we them niggas, we them niggas…
All the bad bitches know it (all the bad bitches know it)
We them niggas, we them niggas…
Middle finger to the ceiling…
We them niggas, we them niggas…
We don’t really give a fuck…
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas

[Verse 1]
I’m screamin’ “fuck them other niggas ’cause I’m down for my niggas”
Middle finger to the ceiling, everybody keep calm
‘Cause you’ve got some real niggas in the building
And you don’t really look familiar – that’s your girl?
My bad, in my ear she’s been begging me to hit her
Oh lord! Oh lord!
Have her really catching feelings all night from the club to the villa
Know you’re chilling with the realest, I ain’t even gotta say it
Blowin’ money, I don’t really mean to litter
We them niggas, we them niggas from the bottom to the top
Y’all mad? LOL – go figure
Balmain on the feet, twenty bottles of the peach
On the way, light ‘em up, light ‘em up
I don’t really give a what, I don’t really give a what
Mess around, I’mma buy the whole club
I’m just really showin’ love
That gon’ probably get ‘em mad, so sad
All haters need a hug
Take a hit of these drugs, gettin’ high with my dawgs
‘Til the ma’fuckin’ sun come up
Let it pass, puff puff

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I let them haters keep talkin’ while the money pile up
I pull up in a two-seater, you see him with a badass bitch
Lil’ nigga, that’s a must
Good Lord! Good Lord!
Man, her ass so retarded it belong on a short yellow bus
And she rollin’ with them niggas, but she knew that already
Yeah, we heavy in this bitch like “what?”
Now where you from, where you from?
Don’t nobody else matter but your day one niggas from the jump
Yeah we started from the bottom with a dream and a dollar
Keep it real, shorty, I know you wanna fuck
Amen! Amen!
Swear this watch that I’m wearin’ on my wrist
Man, this shit is pretty rare
Everything I do big, all I do is set trends
You can try it, don’t nobody really care
Don’t nobody really care
I can show you my committee, in my city
Boy, I’m treated like the mayor
Way the bezel gold is shining on a 100 grand Rollie
Boy, it really ain’t a choice but to stare
I’m just keepin’ shit player…

[Hook]

[Outro]
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Let me hear you say “fuck the niggas”
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas
Everybody know they can’t fuck with us
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?
‘Cause we them niggas, we them niggas, what?

 

[fox69]

"Why"

"Why"


[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

 

[fox69]

"Wifey Material"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Wifey Material"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Lloyd:]
Yeaaahh
All around the world (around the world)
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material

[Ace Hood:]
Tjeah I live my life like a vivid dream of living lavish I done perished of the triple beam, (triple beam)
My momma told me but I couldn't see so why you plot? my economic mind to the streets
ACEEEE
I tell you life is never promised if you f*ck with him you get f*cked everynight that's a promise(promise), A n*gga real let you're friends hatin' f*ck them ho's bet me and you escape(escape)
And I ain't gotta talk it cause I live it girl I like to welcome you to my exquisite world
ACEEE
Where the goose stay on cheetah?
You can take it all of baby do what you feel.

[Lloyd:]
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material

[Ace Hood:]
I wake up mornings and I picture what I've been trough 5 siblings gotta live in 3 bedrooms now it's big cribs whips and them blue pooch beautifull broads and they all wanna do who? ACE HOOOOD
Pleasure P to set the sex mood and once I sex you just forget the next dude beats I few lingerie see trough she say I'm so hood rubbing on my tattoo you ever been to Cancun? I can take you I feelin like BIG when he wrote juice, fruit loop cush livin like the chest mood yeah they hate cause we doing they can't do

[Lloyd:]
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material

[Ace Hood:]
Tjeah and I grind every 21st
Always love the day and pray to see the 21st
Kiss my mommas and I gotta go
Maried to the dough all pre-numbtual
ACEEE
Tough baby know that it's a G-thang
Beat game while I'm taking of you're g-string (g-string)
Take a look into the pink frame we pick everything have it your way.

[Lloyd:]
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material

 

[fox69]

"Yeen Bout Dat Life"

"Yeen Bout Dat Life"


[Intro:]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral

[Hook:]
Yeen' about that life
That murder murder shit, but yeen' about that life
You just all talk, you just all hype
Claim you be with killers, heard it's all lies
Yeen' about that life
Pussy nigga what you saying, yeen' about that life
I tell them catch me when you can, yeen' about that life
Yeen' about that life, yeen' about that life

[Verse 1:]
I'm talking crack your melons, rebels on some felon shit
Talking dirty burners, fuck the judge I'm thugging bitch
Money, money, money, money, all I'm working with
Tried to rob me, there goes shotty', that's what buddy get
Bow, bow, Waka Flocka ab lib
If my bitch get to the head, call her Advil, yeah
Yeah, better know who you fucking with, yeah
Yeah, better know trips is for fucking kids
Holy moly dog, what that Rollie' cost
That's bout eighty racks, could of put it down on a Maybach
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Bad bitches switching, that's like every night

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Ok now, word on my mama, nigga try me he gon' die tonight
Handle you and maybe out of sight before them siren lights
Murder only mind state, show up at your mom's place
Yeen' about that life, bodies found on your landscape
Niggas want problems, get served like a warrant
Looking for me bitch, I'm whipping a foreign
Drop with that clip and I'm ready for war
Niggas is bitches and most of them flaw
Talking that shit that they not really bout'
Loving they hoes, they be digging their mouth
Bringing them in, kicking them out
Dicking them down, that's what I'm bout'
Hate when niggas be talking talk, that's until the chopper bust
That's until the suits are black, bless your soul in God we trust
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Niggas threaten mine, he might see the light

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to God I'm killing niggas
Somebody plan a funeral

 

[fox69]

"Yuup"

"Yuup"



H, double O, D, nigga that's me
Low key, don't talk to the police
Ridin round in the city in a two seat, tucked
Nigga osta la vista
Never love em, I fuck em and leave em
On occasion I'm sippin tekila
Got my stripes like dem adiiiiiiiiii- HAH
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga that's my callin
30 grand in the wrist I'm ballin
Big diamonds and all dem flawless
Sippin on that whatcha-ma-call-it
Goddamn I'm way too loco
Blame it on that cocoa loso
Four hoes introduced to da four door
Low pro, two fours in in my polo
On ten getting head in a low-low
Don't stop hoe dc go-go
Fuck ya'll niggas hatin on me for?
Probably cause a nigga rich in a low-low
I'm too fly
And you not
You tell lies
I do not
Real nigga though
Got plenty hoes
20 grand a show
That's minimul
Can't stop the money on relax
Big bank, a swag and a mayback
Hop off the glock and I need that
Cock back and aim at yo fitted cap
Ya'll boys don't want no drama
If you do you don't love yo momma
My niggas all about dem cooooooooooooommmmmmmmm-
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Okay nigga back off in here
All black with a strap
My war gear
Ride with my city and I'm from here
Not too many niggas don't wanna go there
Vacation, no way don't care
Dem boys in da hood they don't care
Hit em up to the clip click woah there
Big 5, got mine, don't go there
But okay I'm off of that bull
Keep hatin all of them should
Rob me, I wish that they would
You can die beside of yo bud
Get it right though
See the neck hoe?
Ten chains on
City fat glow
That's a 100k
For the neck game
Need a bad bitch
For the net gain
Gotta peep the swag I'm in a new thang
Flat black, got a ride like bruce wayne
And that shit be kickin like liu kang
Ridin round I'm gettin it like two chains
Fly, guy, that's all in the feed back
Thick bitch, you know a nigga need that
Ain't trippin in the lane who bad mouth
Money talk is all I speak bout
We dem niggas huh
Real nigga what
Gettin money boy
Can't get enough
In a two door
With two hoes
Sittin too high
That's pluto
Want yo chick
Take yo bitch
Keep my clip
'Case they trip
Ya'll on that
We on this
You want beef
Call my click
You feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feel me, you feeel me?
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know, let a nigga know,
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup