Ace Hood - Nothing to Something lyrics
[Ace Hood - Nothing to Something lyrics]
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
Them niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we them niggas on the
Boulevard who run it
From nothing to something
To frequently stuntin’
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 kosher niggas
Know who be totin bananas wet your block up
Give a fuck if you holdin’ umbrellas
Watch the niggas you around cuz
Most of em’ 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 ho from the streets
Niggas set you up and act like
They one of your peeps
I got it from nothing, to money in 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
Middle finger to 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 ace back
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 Forgiato's in route 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 would think Beyonce riden with
Me in the whip
Bitch we the business, couple million
Swimmin’ in fuck what you
Think or you feelin’
Hustle hard, so potent with bars
Still whippin’ them cars
Don’t know what’s in the garage
I’m rich ya, crib got a view and a maid
She cook what I crave
Wake up to water and waves
It’s boss livin’, pimpin’, you with it or not
Whole team balling
Bitches you fuckin’ or not? Rollie on me
Got more rocks than a crack head
26’s on the jeep it's sitting bow legged
I got what I needed, consistently dreamin’
Lookin’ at a hustler dog if you never seen it
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
Them niggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we them niggas on the
Boulevard who run it
From nothing to something
To frequently stuntin’
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 kosher niggas
Know who be totin bananas wet your block up
Give a fuck if you holdin’ umbrellas
Watch the niggas you around cuz
Most of em’ 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 ho from the streets
Niggas set you up and act like
They one of your peeps
I got it from nothing, to money in 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
Middle finger to 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 ace back
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 Forgiato's in route 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 would think Beyonce riden with
Me in the whip
Bitch we the business, couple million
Swimmin’ in fuck what you
Think or you feelin’
Hustle hard, so potent with bars
Still whippin’ them cars
Don’t know what’s in the garage
I’m rich ya, crib got a view and a maid
She cook what I crave
Wake up to water and waves
It’s boss livin’, pimpin’, you with it or not
Whole team balling
Bitches you fuckin’ or not? Rollie on me
Got more rocks than a crack head
26’s on the jeep it's sitting bow legged
I got what I needed, consistently dreamin’
Lookin’ at a hustler dog if you never seen it