Ace Hood - Trailer lyrics
[Ace Hood - Trailer lyrics]
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit
I'm fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money
Did that with no scholarship
I guess what that money taught
So fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck
Like look what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor
Fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper
And watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin'
All these pistols are dirty
All my niggas is riders
Their clips extended with thirty
I woke up early this morning
Thanked the lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady
I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for?, that's my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power
Respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak
Ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm over sea's
I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump
A couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with
We The Best on the front
I'm going main, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flow and all
Ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke
Come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, ymmm'
That fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream
Show me the cream
All about that profit piling
Partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket
Busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe
That roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang
Ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since
I was like seventeen i put it on mama
Always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating
Still I was skating in that?
Oh, I mean mustang
It's money over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with
My little Spanish thing all day
In the back of the back number nine J's
I be balling, Spalding, Nahmean?
I say what's up with
Them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you
First and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel
To living lavish blood on my sneakers
Brother's keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures
Squeeze them triggers I'm 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 chopper through your chest to
Show you shit is real
I'm fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money
Did that with no scholarship
I guess what that money taught
So fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck
Like look what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor
Fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper
And watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin'
All these pistols are dirty
All my niggas is riders
Their clips extended with thirty
I woke up early this morning
Thanked the lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady
I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for?, that's my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power
Respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak
Ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm over sea's
I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump
A couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with
We The Best on the front
I'm going main, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flow and all
Ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke
Come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, ymmm'
That fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream
Show me the cream
All about that profit piling
Partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket
Busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe
That roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang
Ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since
I was like seventeen i put it on mama
Always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating
Still I was skating in that?
Oh, I mean mustang
It's money over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with
My little Spanish thing all day
In the back of the back number nine J's
I be balling, Spalding, Nahmean?
I say what's up with
Them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you
First and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel
To living lavish blood on my sneakers
Brother's keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures
Squeeze them triggers I'm 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 chopper through your chest to
Show you shit is real