Ace Hood - Jamaica lyrics
[Ace Hood - Jamaica lyrics]
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
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 guidance
Ain’t got no guidance
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 asks me do I smoke that
Killa? Know what I’m told em?
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 trending
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
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
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 guidance
Ain’t got no guidance
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 asks me do I smoke that
Killa? Know what I’m told em?
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 trending
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