Ace Hood - The Trailer (Starvation 2) lyrics
[Ace Hood - The Trailer Starvation 2 lyrics]
Ok now fuck all this bullshit
Im fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money
Did that with no scholarship
I guess how that money talk
So fuck what u niggas thought
My bitch got a porsche truck
Like look what that pussy cost
Got that hustla dimeanor
Fresh and im out that 2 seater
Got to sleep with the reaper
And watch out for them people
Cuz the devil be lurking
All these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders
They clips extended with 30
I woke up early this morning
Thank the lord im alive
Kiss my daughter then told my lady
Im back on my grind
Gotta do it for Sayla, thats my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power
Respect on my mind
And ain't no love for the weak
Ain't no top on the jeep
Tell them haters im overseas
I'll be back in a week
Im tryna get richer than Trump
A couple million for lunch
I need the cover of forbes
With we the best on the front
Im goin' mad, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealin' my flows and nah
I Ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke
Come get your bag, just bought
That Astin Martin viooom!, that fucka fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream
Show me the cream all about that profit
Partner thats By any means
That fifty thousand in my pocket
Bustin out the seams hopin out that coupe
That roof go missin bitch like bada bing
Knock knock bang bang
Ever since back then they wanna kno who I be
H double OD was running the streets
Since I was like 17 i put it on momma
Always dreamed of having a Lamborgin
Them niggas was hatin
Still I was skating in that mosaleen
Oh, I mean more sane
It's money over bitches what my niggas claim
Prolly in the whip with my lil spanish thang
All day in the back in the back
Nine jays, I be ballin, spalding na' mean
I say wassup with them bitches, molly
Weed and sum liqar im the type of nigga do u
First and then your sister
Im a savage, n fifty carrots
Came from the bottom of the barell
To livin lavish blood on my sneakers
Brothers keeper I see dead people
Bout them figures, squeez them triggers
Im just soul seeking i think you pussy
I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young
I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family
Bitch I die for them
Blow that choppa through your chest to
Show you shit is real, show you shit is real
Starvation 2 on the way nigga, mount up
Mount up nigga wE THE BEST be that logo
Broward!
Im fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money
Did that with no scholarship
I guess how that money talk
So fuck what u niggas thought
My bitch got a porsche truck
Like look what that pussy cost
Got that hustla dimeanor
Fresh and im out that 2 seater
Got to sleep with the reaper
And watch out for them people
Cuz the devil be lurking
All these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders
They clips extended with 30
I woke up early this morning
Thank the lord im alive
Kiss my daughter then told my lady
Im back on my grind
Gotta do it for Sayla, thats my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power
Respect on my mind
And ain't no love for the weak
Ain't no top on the jeep
Tell them haters im overseas
I'll be back in a week
Im tryna get richer than Trump
A couple million for lunch
I need the cover of forbes
With we the best on the front
Im goin' mad, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealin' my flows and nah
I Ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke
Come get your bag, just bought
That Astin Martin viooom!, that fucka fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream
Show me the cream all about that profit
Partner thats By any means
That fifty thousand in my pocket
Bustin out the seams hopin out that coupe
That roof go missin bitch like bada bing
Knock knock bang bang
Ever since back then they wanna kno who I be
H double OD was running the streets
Since I was like 17 i put it on momma
Always dreamed of having a Lamborgin
Them niggas was hatin
Still I was skating in that mosaleen
Oh, I mean more sane
It's money over bitches what my niggas claim
Prolly in the whip with my lil spanish thang
All day in the back in the back
Nine jays, I be ballin, spalding na' mean
I say wassup with them bitches, molly
Weed and sum liqar im the type of nigga do u
First and then your sister
Im a savage, n fifty carrots
Came from the bottom of the barell
To livin lavish blood on my sneakers
Brothers keeper I see dead people
Bout them figures, squeez them triggers
Im just soul seeking i think you pussy
I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy left me young
I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family
Bitch I die for them
Blow that choppa through your chest to
Show you shit is real, show you shit is real
Starvation 2 on the way nigga, mount up
Mount up nigga wE THE BEST be that logo
Broward!