Showing posts with label Ace Hood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ace Hood. Show all posts

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Ace Hood - Go 'N' Get It Lyrics

Ace Hood - Go 'N' Get It LyricsAce Hood - Go 'N' Get It Lyrics

[Intro]
Blood sweat tears
Ace Hood
(I do it)

[Chorus]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty foe I’m thinking money in the power
Bills due, money runnin low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way to many problems got me stressed out
What you’re doing you’ve got seven days to move out
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I’m out you chasin greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean

[Verse 1]
Uh
Money the rule of evil guess I’m the devilin
Bad bullet their faces like Afghanistan
hunnit K or better, custom made barreras
How about that paper chair
Hoppin out that benly leather
Tell em get a low, low as death
big face and a racks uphill
Don’t ground nigga don’t shine f-ck you gotta get mine
Big dough, big money you’re mine
Runnin like to the sun up rise
Money ain’t never sleep got back up under my eyes

Just know I gotta get it mama very sickly puls im expect twin
That's just what heaven sent me
God fairy nigga this I who in the flesh
Who won't let my people sore
God bless my soul to rest

[Chorus]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty foe I’m thinking money in the power
bills too, money runnin low,
just my cousin lost some money addin over doughs
With so many problems got me stressed up
What you’re doing you’ve got seven days to move at
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I’m out you chasin greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean

[Verse 2]
Ok now run run with the rocket
Nigga tryin to steal my flow
Thank you for the drama
We the best will be that logo
ok back upon my dough shit
Slidin on in them two six
life’s do, run no, baby sees plus rent
nigga just no doubt no im out chere you
talk my (?)
won’t shit niggas p-ssy, yeah i'm talkin paps smear
No doubt me as my d-ck-o, tryin get my mom on pay roll
And I'm put my rim on benz-o, get in the h-e with the bunch low
D-ck in the (?) when the punch low
I’m sick and tired of cryin, tired of (?) dimes
Look in her in her eyes but I know your sun gonna rise
'Cause I'm a God fearin nigga ‘cause I am in the flash
Who won't let my family starve god bless my soul to rest
[Ace Hood - Go 'N' Get It Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Chorus]
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty foe I’m thinking money in the power
bills too, money runnin low,
just my cousin lost some money addin over doughs
With so many problems got me stressed up
What you’re doing you’ve got seven days to move at
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
I’m out you chasin greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean

Monday, May 2, 2011

Ace Hood - Hustle Hard (feat. Swizz Beatz) Lyrics

Ace Hood - Hustle Hard (feat. Swizz Beatz) LyricsAce Hood - Hustle Hard (feat. Swizz Beatz) Lyrics

[Ace Hood]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Chorus]
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I'mma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this shit than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she fucking, I know so
Nigga ain't no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send bout a couple off in your nog
And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing
Nigga big shit in my household
Real niggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about that ?
Nigga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley
This is the same old shit

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes
Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone
Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you assholes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads
Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The ? Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues
I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper
Shades on I cant see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard nigga
I be going hard, bitch I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy telling lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's
Bitches I don't trust em
Fuck em once, I fuck em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up
[Ace Hood - Hustle Hard (feat. Swizz Beatz) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Chorus]