Ace Hood

[fox69]

"I Know How It Feel"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

"I Know How It Feel"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)



[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I know how it feel to be broke
And I know what it take to get rich
I know what it's like to have them niggas hating on ya
Turn around, be the same ones jumping on your dick
Funny how shit'll change when you get a little change
Seeing my old friends and knowing it ain't the same
Copping my first watch, rocking my first chain
Only one in the hood you see in a red Range
I know how it feel baby, I know how it feel
I still get chills thinking about my first mil
I had to take a loss, it's part of being a boss
Now all my niggas floss, we ain't worried about the cost cause

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Now it's private planes for my woes and their partners
LOL out the bank smiling
City to city, state to state
My niggas, look what we accomplished
Ay, thinking back on my worst days
Now my homies in the club sipping bubbly, yeah
Plenty cake, happy birthday
I know the feeling when putting on for your birthplace
It's going down nigga, mayday
Gold chain, big bottles for my woadie
Throw up your Rollie, put it high in the sky
And wave that motherfucker side to side

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Way up nigga, way up
I thank God for the day a nigga came up
Pocket full of big faces
I'm in the club, someone point me to the waitress
They like "Who that? Who that spending all that dope?"
Hashtag, we them niggas on my IG post
Your favorite model call me papito
The panorama's all white, I'm on my cocaine flow
Woo, you got me feeling like the man of the year
Everything trill over here
We just throw the Rollie in the sky and then we wave em side to side
For my niggas in the celly doing time

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Outro: Ace Hood]
Young Niggas Mad
Ridin' foreign whips nigga
Poppin' off in them clubs nigga
Bottles on bottles on bottles nigga
Pretty women all over the place
Me and my Hood Nation Niggas
Y'all know we started from this shit, nigga, Broward County
We the motherfucking best
I know how it feel

 

[fox69]

"I Need Your Love"
(feat. Trey Songz)

"I Need Your Love"
(feat. Trey Songz)



[Intro:]
Ace, we killin em baby

[Trey Songz:]
I need your love, need your love

[Ace Hood:]
See me at the mall chilling with a lady
So fine, she mine hey baby

[Trey Songz:]
Oh I need your love, need your love

[Ace Hood:]
Just right my type what I like
And that dress fit nice can we kick it tonight?

[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the
End of the night shots to the head
Just to clear my mind baby I'm a sag
Tell me what's your sign from the
Bottom to the top girl you just my kind
I need your love (ohoh), need your love

[Ace Hood:]
Got my mind so blown bay so what?
Showin up, wait baby hol' up

Her love shawty know I really need that
Can't live without it I need rehab
From the pretty lipstick thinking how the waist sits, so thick
Man that ass need a D cal, May weather with the stick at the
Beat down throw it back I'm a snatch ya like a rebound, Buss that
Yeah shawty like a grey hound, what up doe lil mama from the
D town girl I need your love it's like fresh air kick it with a young
Prince like bel air just as long as you never do a farewell, they steal, but
They'll never get to touch still, see you bad as hell and they know it
Fresh up outta the shower with that lotion, bend it over you
Might cause a commotion reminiscin how I'm swimming in your ocean
Go ahead lil mama cut the swag up on em with the fly red bottoms, me
And you make sense get them other boys pissed, cause they already got er,
Cause I need that love, swear it's something like a drug, come fucks with a thug from the bed to the tub

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
That's right shawty welcome to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right on the
Water with the stars and the moonlight I
Deserve that love you the wife type
Make sense I'm a boss and you need that
Upgraded, hand bags, baby burkin
Credit cards going hard up in neimans
Like Camron bay I really mean it,
Ha that's my sense of humour and
See I'm like really Tryna pursue you but
I know your last boyfriend was a loser and I
Ain't lying I'm just way more cooler Ha, I'm a
Fly young man take ya anywhere wanna I'm the
Guy can hoping for that chance I can give you my time
For your love in advance, and that's all I demand so
Shawty watcha sayin, money ain't a thang lil mama
You can trip to the land we ain't even gotta plan, put
Ya feet in the sand and it's back to the suite, no sleep in
The bed, straight freak in the sheets I'm a beast with
The D so D, damn

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it)
Ya that ass looking perfect
Girl look at how you work it
You ain't even have to pay for it
(I know it) Uh flying in that jeep truck
With the doors off, top off can you take yours?
Off Ha-ha I'm so crazy ain't that the reason why
You love me baby Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it) she already know
That I keep that shit Hunnit, fuck er with my shades
On call me stevie wonder put it so deep she can feel
It in her stomach dick so good I can tell it when she
Run it, eyes rolled back I can tell it when you cuming
Tongue game mean I can tell it when she love me

[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the end of the night
Shots to the head just to clear my mind
Baby I'm a sag, tell me what's you're sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you're just my kind
I need your love, need your love
(I need oh I need)
I need your love, need your love
I need your love, need your love

 

[fox69]

"I Solemnly Swear"
(feat. Ice Berg)

"I Solemnly Swear"
(feat. Ice Berg)



Yea, and I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Be a real nigga till my casket door closed ah
Dead by the code, and I'm a live by the code
I'm a live by the code
Quit it with the school, this the life I chose

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Ok now 12 years old yea, momma in the kitchen
Told her if my brother went to jail I'm never snitchin'
She said boy go wash them dishes
She must think I'm trippin'
Twelve years later boy I still hold my position
Just that decode emit who let no pussies get me
I go to court, I'm drunk as fuck
I'm stressing on that remit
I hit the stand, I raised my hand
And deny all that's against me
The judge man trippin, tryna get my youngest twenty
I'm like no sir, your honor
I don't know any gunners
Don't know when and where and who it was
That's such a bummer, we good
I'm a live by the G shit
And I solemnly swear to keep a bad bitch

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching on no soul (never snitching on no soul)
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Hold up
Park the Chevy, hopped in the back seat of something
Seats reclinin, curtains closed, they ain't see me coming
Blackjack, no even money
You act bad, you gon get your ass wacked while I'm beating something
Use the line, use the line
If you get hit you go rise with your punk ass
It's steady, put it on like you own that
I got an AK in the drawer mat
With a shoulder strap, that's gon clap
With a sole trigger, that's scar niggas
Every time I own it back
And I done lost too many niggas to be slippin'
Now I don't even fall asleep around these bitches
And it ain't no secret, these niggas out here snitchin'
And them bitches is the ones who is considered the realest

I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
Keep it 100, never snitching no soul
I ride for my niggas until my eyes closed
In love with the money, I don't love these hoes
I solemnly swear [x4]
I'm a live by the code, I die by the code
I'll be a real nigga till my casket door closed

Dead by the code, and I'm a live by the code
I'm a live by the code
Quit it with the school, this the life I chose [x2]

 

[fox69]

"I'm F%#k'd Up"

"I'm F%#k'd Up"



I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling

Okay, now bad bitches and a friend sip a fit for G
And got more holes knocking at the door, tell them bring them in
Smoking purp, got a fucking pound
White bitch breaking bound
All this gold, cocaine on the floor
Harboring got the poe
Tell your mama bust it open
Rolling drunk off the potion
Hoping I get her open
That pussy, I leave it swollen
I'm the master when you call that up
Beat it up up up like I'm Dr. Paul
I'm up the bat so what it is Shorty?
I'm on that Houston purple serve shit
Never mind, I'm flow, forgot my government
How I peed a pimp though on some Charlie shit
Salute my nigga Bull in case I do forget
I'm getting throwed and I'm way off
Pizza rock, no chase just simply day rock

Switching bitches with my nigga Andy Duff
If you ain't fucked up then what you payin' for?
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm high, I'm drunk
My bitch, she faded
My vision so blurry and I may not make it

And I'm back, ghetto once again
Hoping up off that Benz with a chick and she super thick
Chilling with a couple a friends
Baby what's twins but I'll just hop a bin
But know that depends
You ain't fucking off or feeling me
It's hollaback, that's indeed
Nigga cast these supply of weed
Kick oh bring the lean
Fucking swishers roll that paper like my nigga Wiz Khalif
Getting fucked up that's beside the devil cut some
I'm taking Sam shots and I'm hoping I don't pass out
Them bitches hair style, Moly poppin' they all buyin' uhh
I'm fucked up, not focused
Got a 30 pack of them Trojan's
Gonna do some damage with these mixed twins
Never call for block, I do not go 10
I'm a beat that pussy till the morning

Switching bitches with my nigga Andy Duff
If you ain't fucked up then what you payin' for?
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm fucked up, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
I'm high, I'm drunk
My bitch, she faded
My vision so blurry and I may not make it

I can't even feel my face, oh shit
Is that, is that a pony?

 

[fox69]

"I'm Me Freestyle"

"I'm Me Freestyle"



A say hello to mister cutthroat bodys on the damn flo
All about the cash flow like my money in bank rolls
These haters pissed they know I'm the shit like my asshole
And I'm from the city were fuckin snitches don't last long
And I'm in the city were u keep it real or get mashed on
Yes that be broward county I love it it's still home
If they don't like it a say fuckem still they walls gone
And to my city got to meet up with yo mans homes
For lot of dell pumping for browder be my damn zone
Feel that anyway with it you can get serviced like a cell phone
They got that coke it's brightest whitest like a snow cone
And I'm me give my all behind this microphone
I give my blood sweat in tears in till my casket closed
In tell then I'm a givem wat they askin for
Hope up out that newest shit louie kicks wavin makon six
See me with that square in I'll blow a kiss at yo ladys kid
Fuck the politics I am all the shit that I say I am
Yes I know I'm blessed am bonnies angel I'm heaven sent
That's word to mother mommy never see yo baby quit
And know matter how many blocks of haters yo youngin get
So f'em all I'm taking over let me in this bitch
It's buck buck bang it throw grenades wen I am in the mix
I got my hand over they throat in now they shitten bricks
I'm climbing to the top and every one is like who is this tellem who the shit ace hood homie
And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's
And I am next to be the best up in this southern limit
And I'm from the city were ther is no mister millionaires
And now I'm back I signed my deala for a couple m's
And I'm next to be the best up in this southern limit
And I'm next to be the best up in the southern limit
I'm from the city were there ain't know mister millionaires
That's why today I got my deal I cried a hundred tears
Cause once I got it promised momma that we out of here
My swag changed in I lit up like the city fair
I started doing interviews and photo shoots to death
These niggas seen it and they hollin bout this shit ain't fair
Why he ain't chose me how come he chose him
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Well play this song back in listen to this shit again
Make sure you comprehend make sure you understand do that just do that do that
I am the fuckin man

 

[fox69]

"I'm The Bomb"

"I'm The Bomb"


[Intro]
Street Certified!
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Outta time

[Verse]
Yeah
This the grenade flow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on 'em, very bright, call me street corner (ow!)
See watch your words 'cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, California (whoo!)
Cash surfin', hit the bank like cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain while you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never played the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain't sayin' nothin', clean hundred seen comin'
You think he seen somethin', bullets got 'em mean muggin'
Got his whole team swearin' they ain't seen nothin'
A lot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Lamborghini speed on 'em (vroom!)
Call the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi flow, kickin' down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it Hellfroze
An animal, I'm eatin' niggas like Hannibal
I'm 'bout to blow, when I land, call me cannonball
I'm rappin' circles 'round these Urkels, they in metapause (metapause?)
We never fall, tell these haters grow a set of balls
So i can shoot 'em in and luck can play the cheddar ball (huh?)
You cross that water into Florida, welcome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie
Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots
Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last round
And all hands down, better be a man down
We ain't trippin', bury him into a sand pile
I'm a land mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers sayin' now? (sayin now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)

[Outro]
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"



Well it's the beast from the bottom
Only holler bout a dollar
Quarter mil around the collar
H double O D the rider, huh

Realest shit I've ever stated
Hottest and underrated
Can't debate it, know they hate it
Now they wonder what I'm makin'
Falsifying accusations
Fuck the rumors they created
I'm the future

Bitch we better then the best
Ain't no settlement for less
Any nigga wanna test it
And they get graded by the tech
Hop up outta that new slid'a
With a European model
"Getting' money, " that's the motto
Don't believe it? You can swallow theeeeese
Nuts

From the bottom to the top
I've done been through quite a lot
Khaled tried to tell them niggas, but they wouldn't give me props
Took a minute, now I'm back up in it
Now they on the jock
If you've seen the shit I've seen
I guarantee it'll never stop
I'm that hell on earth
Put my great God first
Body bag any verse
I should record it in a Hearse
Ain't no ceilin' on the vert'
Stuntin' on 'em, know it hurt
Know a bunch of real niggas
But they young, and they'll learn
Just don't end up on a shirt
R.I.P my nigga Zerk
Straight up outta reppin' Broward
Fuck a hater, lay in dirt
Where my CEO at?
We the best, don't stress
Period, cotax
62 the Maybach
Shit's stretched, Bowflex
Haaa haters take that
This the statement
Mother fuck the world
Payback!
Nigga

 

[fox69]

"Jamaica"

"Jamaica"


[Hook:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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?

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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
Aye check yo Twitter, guess who dreamin, bitch we the hottest,
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

[Hook:]
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

 

[fox69]

"Just A Sample (Interlude)"

"Just A Sample (Interlude)"


[Intro:]
1 am in the morning,
I only know bass in my headphones no nothing
Just give me the sample,
There we go
I'm talkin bout bitches too,
I love you all baby
Oh we just batter up

[Verse:]
Ah, it's just me and the sample, I wrote this in pajamas
I wrote this while I'm fucking, think her name is Jenna
People sleepin on me, fuck you where your standards?
Oral head for breakfast, my little bitch perfected
Get that with no protection, I shoot, she intercept it
See sex is our connection, no love is currently present
Just play my corner back, I leave her coming back
Like Dion in the game, I'm bringing my quarterback
Grab a condo nigga, I'm worth them 7 figures
So kick o key to pistol and be true with your sister
She says she love the crew, put 4 G's on the coupe
Hurricane Sandy, the rollie flooded too
See it's just me and the sample, no 808 survive
But still I hope on the beat and I murder that bitch, I'm beasting dog
Flow as hell on earth, RIP to y'all
You know I murder shit, yellow tape involved
That's a true story, crib 2 stars,
Know some old homies still drinking 40's,
Hustlin every morning on that same corner,
Money the root of evil, turning some to informants, damn

[Outro:]
Life is such a bitch, all my hoes are thick
All my whips are on, haters suck a dick
Shout out to the sample, shout out to them dancers
Shout out to them exes and this nigga answer
I be hella styling, foreigns with no mileage
Samples on refreshin, pistol in my possesion
Take your bitch and keep er, call that repossesion
I'm a pour more Siroc, be back in a second

 

[fox69]

"Just Living"

"Just Living"



Mr.Hooddd

Okay
Keys to the benz
Breeze in the wind
Chicks get a tan
LV’s in the lense
Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
Gotta keep a bad chick, click and her friends
I'm just living my life, neck full of ice
See the rims roll like the game of the dice
Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top
Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice
Nevermind was the price, cop it on site
Neck looking like a city fell full of lights
I'm a made ass nigga, bank and bigger
Only 19 when I seen 6 figures
Lord knows I’m a sinner, knows my dilemma
Keep a thick knott, in my hard blue denim
Let the hot water simmer, friends turn bitter
Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber,
I be cool like the winter, no Decemeber
Two bad chicks, that's a two piece dinner
Ridin in a benz, I’m a Rose sippa
Pour a little out
R.I.P my niggasss

Uh,
Okay I came in the game, pray for the change
Click that I claim, put the name on the chain
Couple years of the fame, life ain't the same
Plenty champagne, first class on the planes
And it got a nigga laid, I just feel I'm in the daze
Music that I made, I just started gettin praise
Everyday I pray, god keep me in the wave
Never let it phase, now I'm really gettin paid
See a nigga swag, courtside Heat game
Probably routin on my nigga Lebron James
The homie Dwayne Wade, just lookin out for the fay
Jay that's in your face, the champs is on the way
Swoosh I'm in the coupe, oops there goes the roof
True my bitch bad, and ass as thick as a nuis
My cash will introduce, my swagger in the room
Hit a couple of buttons, and the engine will vroom vroom
Shorty frontin to fuck, she’ll kindly get the broom
And its facts so don't assume
Man you niggas are after, like noon
And tell my moms new crib, got plenty of rooms

Ye, Eyy, Hahaha
We on our way to the good times baby