can put it down(down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around(round) [Ace Hood:]
[Intro] Uh Oh you thought I wasn't coming back with this one right here huh? Haha Mr. Hood! Look It go [Chorus] Aye knock, knock, bang, bang, where the
a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM Call it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam Yeah, that's the type of nigga that I am Ace Hood Okay, I'm back off
it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who
's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
of the above [Beanie Sigel (R. Kelly):] Yes, yes! (All the above) Uhh (ohh-oh-ohh, all the above) Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh) [Beanie Sigel:] Yeah, Mr. Him
yours But she wanna be mine I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine) I know she yours But she wanna be mine Ace hooooood (mine mine) [Ace Hood:]
(feat. Ball Greezy) Mr. Hood Nigga I'm good Ace hood Face good Wish a nigga would Take this Bake this Feed it to the wolves, These muthafukas should
put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) [Ace Hood:]
[Intro] Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up) (Ay, Get Em Up) Chea (Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top rollin' and
G-U-T-T-A I said I said G-U-T-T-A GUTTA GUTTA ACE HOOD HOMIE I'm in that murder black made back countin money Big Shoes bitch move youze a crash dummy
I'm a ride, Picture me rollin if you can't just imagine a 22 C just creep on a wagon, I'm ace hood I'm just trynna live lavish, Straight from the hood
(feat. Kevin Cossom, Bali, Ace Hood, BallGreezy, Ice Berg, Desloc, Gunplay, Rum, Young Cash) I'm on my way This goin out to every hood We gonna make
face I'm not a dog, so damn it, put away the mace I got cash and real attorneys on the case You're just a joker perpetratin a ace You got time, you wanna
Mr.Hooddd [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Okay Keys to the benz Breeze in the wind Chicks get a tan LV's in the lense Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
made "Tipsy" Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave