paroles de chanson Trailer - Ace Hood
(Intro)
Ace
Hood
You
know
I
think
it′s
every
young
nigga
dream
to
come
from
the
bottom
to
the
top
From
being
in
the
dirt
Counting
the
millions
(Verse)
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
all
that
money
talk,
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
are
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
Sela,
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
overseas,
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
Da
Best
on
the
front
I′m
going
mane,
nigga
kiss
my
ass
These
niggas
be
stealing
my
flows
and
all,
ain't
even
mad
I
swear
my
flow
is
dope
as
coke,
come
get
your
bag
Just
bought
that
Aston
Martin,
yummm',
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
Mossolin
Oh
I
mean
mo
say
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,
small
ding
know
what
I
mean
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
(Outro)
Show
you
shit
is
real
Shout
to
7 new
Starvation
2 on
the
way
nigga
Moun
up
Moun
up
nigga
We
da
best
be
that
logo
ah
Ha
ha
ha
Brap,
brow
1 Got Damn
2 Goin Down
3 Mob
4 Tryna Come Up
5 Motive
6 Root of Evil
7 Fuck Em All
8 Lil Nigga (Interlude)
9 Why
10 Take Yo Bitch
11 On Right Now
12 Famous Girl
13 Art of Deception
14 Just a Sample (Interlude)
15 This 'n That
16 Trailer
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