Ace Hood - Got Damn Lyrics
[Featuring: Plies][Intro]Oh yeah?That’s how you feel, huh, young niggas?You gon’ pull up in that ma’*****in’ foreign right thereWent bare in your ma’*****in’ pocket with that *****?[Hook]Goddamn… goddamnWhy you do ‘em like that? Goddamn(What you mean?)How he pull up in the Porsche, 911, oh lordWith a bad ***** with me and her ass all for itGoddamn… goddamnHundred-thousand for the Rollie, goddamnAll these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the wayKOD in Magic City, pissy, K, I’ll make it rainGoddamn[Verse 1: Ace Hood]Steppin’ out tonight I think I’m ‘bout to make a movieDrophead Phantom whippin’, bumpin’ Lil’ Boosie*****, I got a check I just might buy the whole clubTwenty-thousand dollars I just call it showin’ loveBig money nigga, caught a milli on the jewelsBallin’ like a *****, I made the ESPN newsOh boy, you can never play me for a foolKeep a Mr. Fix-It with me, that’s who keep the toolI say “now good lord, look at shorty there, she all ass”“Bet your money she gon’ ***** me for that brown bag”I said I’m too gone off that liquor – turn up, nigga, you trippin’And peace to rockin’ my system – blue-tinted watches, I’m different[Hook][Verse 2: Plies]I was in the trap, cracker kicked the doorI was in the room, I was beatin’ a hoeCracker asked me “nigga, where the store?”Told him “probably in Alaska, cracker, where it snow”Hit Crummers, I’mma buy a hundred sharesAnd give it all the way to all of y’all niggasGot a funny feeling I’mma whack me a ratAnd get on TV playin’ crazy like “I don’t know what happened”Asked me did I ***** his girl, I told him I don’t rememberNow did she suck me? That’s a strong possibilityHit him with the nine and got his shit backTen racks, ***** nigga, and I’ll sell your chain back[Hook][Verse 3: Ace Hood]Okay, now fat black Meryl *****es call me Bruce WayneCrib big as Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shameAnd I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne WadeMost them niggas *****, lucky I don’t call namesCatch me runnin’ up in that, Lord have mercy, thank you JesusProbably with a freak, her name Tanika, she a skeezerOrder more bottles, tell ‘em more roséDope boy swag, gold rollie and some J’sI be wildin’ on your niggas – stylin’ on your niggasGo and cop a whip and then I Instagram a pictureWhat your money like? What get your cheddar up?My paper long, *****, etcetera, etceteraYeah![Hook]
