Ace Hood, Plies - Got Damn lyrics

Oh yea?
That’s how you feel huh young niggas?
You gon pull up in that
Motherfuckin Foreign like that there
50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket
With that bad bitch

Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain
30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!

Steppin out tonight I think I’m
Bout to make a movie drop in the Phantom
Whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
Bitch I gotta checkout
Just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars
I just call it showin love
Big money nigga, quarter mil worth of jewels
Ballin like a bitch, I made the ESPN news
Home boy, you can never play me for a fool
Keep a Mr fix It with me
That’s who keep the tool
I say now good Lord, look at shorty
There she hall ass
Bet your money she gon fuck
Me for that brown bag
I said I’m too gone off that liquor
Turned up - nigga you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system
Blew 10 racks as I’m different

Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain
30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!

I was in the trap, cracker kicked in the do’
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Cracka asked me, "Nigga where the snow?"
Told them probly in Alaska
Cracker where it snow?
This Christmas, I’mma buy 100 Chevy
And gave em all away to all the young niggas
Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper
Get on TV plat crazy
Like oh no what happened?
Asked me did I fuck his girlfriend
I told him I don’t remember
Now did she suck me?
That’s a strong possibility
Hit him with the 9, he got his shit wacked
10 racks pussy and I sell your chain back

Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain
30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!

Okay now flat black ‘Maro
Bitches call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame
And I keep a shooter
Call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them niggas pussy lucky
I don’t call names
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy
Thank You Jesus
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka
She’s a skeezer
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s
I be wailin on you niggas
Stylin on you niggas go and cop a whippin
Then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What
Dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera
Get it!

Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain
30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!