Damn! - Ace Hood, Plies

Oh yeah?

That’s how you feel, huh, young niggas?

You gon' pull up in that ma’fuckin' foreign right there

Went bare in your ma’fuckin' pocket with that bitch?

Goddamn… goddamn

Why you do ‘em like that?

Goddamn

(What you mean?)

How he pull up in the Porsche, 911, oh lord

With a bad bitch with me and her ass all for it

Goddamn… goddamn

Hundred-thousand for the Rollie, goddamn

All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way

KOD in Magic City, pissy, K, I’ll make it rain

Goddamn

Steppin' out tonight I think I’m ‘bout to make a movie

Drophead Phantom whippin', bumpin' Lil' Boosie

Bitch, I got a check I just might buy the whole club

Twenty-thousand dollars I just call it showin' love

Big money nigga, caught a milli on the jewels

Ballin' like a bitch, I made the ESPN news

Oh boy, you can never play me for a fool

Keep a Mr. Fix-It with me, that’s who keep the tool

I say «now good lord, look at shorty there, she all ass»

«Bet your money she gon' fuck 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

I was in the trap, cracker kicked the door

I was in the room, I was beatin' a hoe

Cracker asked me «nigga, where the store?»

Told him «probably in Alaska, cracker, where it snow»

Hit Crummers, I’mma buy a hundred shares

And give it all the way to all of y’all niggas

Got a funny feeling I’mma whack me a rat

And get on TV playin' crazy like «I don’t know what happened»

Asked me did I fuck his girl, I told him I don’t remember

Now did she suck me?

That’s a strong possibility

Hit him with the nine and got his shit back

Ten racks, pussy nigga, and I’ll sell your chain back

Okay, now fat black Meryl bitches call me Bruce Wayne

Crib big as Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame

And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade

Most them niggas pussy, lucky I don’t call names

Catch me runnin' up in that, Lord have mercy, thank you Jesus

Probably with a freak, her name Tanika, she a skeezer

Order more bottles, tell ‘em more rosé

Dope boy swag, gold rollie and some J’s

I be wildin' on your niggas — stylin' on your niggas

Go and cop a whip and then I Instagram a picture

What your money like?

What get your cheddar up?

My paper long, bitch, etcetera, etcetera

Yeah!