Ace Hood - Trailer Lyrics
[Verse 1]Uh, okay now ***** all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a full clipCounting this *****ing money, did that with no scholarshipI guess what that money taught, so ***** what you niggas thoughtMy ***** got a Porsche truck, like look what that ***** parkedGot that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seaterGot to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them peopleCause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirtyAll my niggas is riders, their clips extended with thirtyI woke up early this morning, thanked the lord I'm aliveKissed my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grindGotta do it for ? , that's my daily remind***** these *****es, the money, power, respect on my mindIt ain't no love for the week, ain't no top on the JeepTell them haters I'm over sea's, I'll be back in a weekI'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunchI need the cover of Forbes with We The Best on the frontI'm going main, nigga kiss my assThese niggas be stealing my flow and all, ain't even madI swear my flow is dope as coke, come get your bagJust bought that Aston Martin, ymmm', that *****er fastNigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the creamAll about that profit piling, partner that's by any meansThat fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seamsHopping out that coupe, that roof go missing ***** like bada-bingKnock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I beH double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like seventeenI put it on mama, always dreamed of having a Lamborghin'Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that ?Oh I mean ?It's money over *****es, what my niggas claimProbably in the whip with my little Spanish thingAll day, in the back of the back number nine J'sI be balling, small thing know what I mean?I say what's up with them *****es? Molly, weed, and some liquorI'm the type of nigga do you first and then your sisterI'm a savage, with fifty karatsCame from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavishBlood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead people'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seekingI think you *****, I can smell it on you loud and clearAnd since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fearAnd when it come down to my family, ***** I die for themBlow that chopper through your chest to show you shit is real
