Ace Hood - We Outchea ft. Lil Wayne

Lyrics:

[Intro - Ace Hood & (Lil Wayne)]
Real life
Ace Hoooooddd, yea
We the motherfuckin’ best, huh?
(Lil bro you know I got you)

[Bridge - Ace Hood]
I made my way from the bottom and I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

[Chorus - Ace Hood & (Lil Wayne)]
(Yeahhhh)
Cause we outchea (we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (ain’t no sleepin’)
Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
Uh, everyday that I wake nigga, I’mma say my prayers (amen)
I’mma get on my grind dawg and my mama need a new crib (amen)
And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
Stay focused and get money, never gave a fuck what they say
Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap
Ain’t no Jordan’s in the shoe box
Ain’t no roof that came with that drop
Chase that paper, youngin’ don’t stop
Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
Tryna to get my folk and them out that struggle
Fuck that nine to five, it don’t cut
Ain’t no job I guess that’s my luck
Yeah, nigga outchea in that safe day
Tryna triple what I made today
This one here for my real niggas
And bad bitches who gettin’ cake
Count it up till your thumbs hurt
Put fam second and God first
Hatin’ niggas ain’t phasin’ me
You couldn’t walk a mile in my footwear

[Bridge - Ace Hood]
I made my way from the bottom and I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

[Chorus - Ace Hood & (Lil Wayne)]
(Yeahhhh)
Cause we outchea (we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (ain’t no sleepin’)
Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, money over the best pussy
The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’
When opportunity knock, I ran out the back door
Shit I thought it was the cops, damn
I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
The same broom that I didn’t clean my room with
Stay on my toes, no ballet
Shout out my Zoe’s, Sak Pase
I’m twistin’ weed in my mansion
I go dumber than Lamont Sanford
Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers
Now she trying to avoid cameras
All I do is count my blessings, Weezy F for Fortunate
I came up from that bottom, now I’m richer than chocolate
Lil Tunechi

[Bridge - Ace Hood]
And I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

[Chorus - Ace Hood & (Lil Wayne)]
(Yeahhhh)
Cause we outchea (we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (ain’t no sleepin’)
Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea

[Verse 3 - Ace Hood]
I say another day, another dollar
Thank the Lord for my praying mama
Watch ya back in this cold world
Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow
Money called and I’m motivated
Kill the beat, it’s pre-meditated
Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
Say any day, I’mma go and get it
Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted
Quittin’ not in my vocab and no hate is found in my soul and spirit
Young nigga trying to feed the fam
Hatin’ on me, I don’t give a damn
Out here like what nigga?
You don’t get the picture like Instagram
Hundred dollars to a couple grand
Couple grand to a hundred bands
Hundred bands to them big Ms
And my weight up like six gyms
I’m outchea and I mean that
We The Best, where my team at?
Bad vibes, I don’t need that
I done came too far to be lookin’ back

[Bridge - Ace Hood]
I made my way from the bottom and I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)
I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)
‘Bout my dollars (yeah)
I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama

[Chorus - Ace Hood & (Lil Wayne)]
(Yeahhhh)
Cause we outchea (we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Ain’t no sleepin’ (ain’t no sleepin’)
Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
And we outchea (and we outchea)
We outchea (we outchea)
Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea

[Outro - Lil Wayne]
Young Mula babyyy
Ace Hood nigg’
Fuck these old bitch ass niggas

Ace Hood - Lil Nigga

Lyrics:
il nigga from a small city
17, he playin 4 door, roll with it
Lil nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Lil nigga all A’s and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the lil nigga focused on his grades
Doin the college vengeance to Florida State
Lil nigga got his mind right
Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Oh girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Lil nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Lil nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So lil nigga tryina make a way
Said fuck it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that lil nigga told him crime pays
Lil nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, lil nigga started seein cake
After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base
Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time lil nigga on some other shit
Lil nigga thuggin, motherfuckin scholarship
Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, lil nigga had a gift
Lil nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Lil nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper
Lil nigga ruined by society
Lil nigga screw up his priorities
Lil nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that lil nigga – couple grand
At first that lil nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talkin crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday
Lil nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple lil niggas in the driveway
Lil nigga mama gone, she’ll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it’s getting late
Lil nigga said he home but shit let’s make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So lil nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Lil nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, lil nigga dead

Versace - Migos ft. Drake, Meek Mill & Tyga

Showoff - Ain't My Bitch

D3 Tha RocStar ft. Kokane- Real Life

Tyga - Faded ft. LIL WAYNE

Lyrics:

Young Nino, f-ck a b-tch in a peacoatCarlito, scarface, al pacinoBun-B though, pimp c, r.i.p thoughI goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan MarinoShe wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own singleBreak a b-tch heart, no future miss cleoSnap back, a-a-automatic reloadFlyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can't beat 'emVampire f-ck up your eveningI pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cementDon't believe it, stripe like a f-ck-ng didasThe gun selena, give a n-gga bieber feverReal f-ck-ng hot, put it in parkTake a shot, higher than a tube sockYou a bop, give me top top, as I load the guapMan these n-ggas say i'm fly but to her i'm god[Hook]I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded fadedAnd I don't give a f-ck[Tyga]F-ck is up, n-gga's stomping in my chucksyeah I make it rain, dear, cause i'm all by my bucksUse the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cuntAnd I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt puttAHHHHHHS-Super McNasty, why you McLovingWhen the b-tch call me daddyPimp no caddy, she wish she never had meTreat her like a dog, called the b-tch lassyYoung savvy, bang her like cincinattiAbove average, f-fly like i'm aladdinThey bend backwards, throw the p-ssy at themI'm ben wallace, dunk up in your basketBalls in the air, no games,I'm serious, double dareThere's too many b-tches,[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/faded-lyrics-tyga.html ]Why these n-ggas wanna starePatron up in hereN-gga this ain't no beer[Hook]I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded fadedAnd I don't give a f-ck[Lil' Wayne]Mama, there go that monsterAbracadabra, magic johnsonMy motherf-ck-ng doctorSaid I need a doctorSo I called house,Now I am a pill popperFaded like skinnysYoung Money we winningI told her if I changeShe won't get a pennyMilking that sh-t, pregnant b-tch titiesBringing home the baconI'm f-ck-ng miss piggyLoaded like a semi, send me naked picturesShe knows my d-ck, she call that n-gga RichardPrior to me cumming, I had to stick thumb in, her assone time, smell my finger make you vomitFlyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn itShe tried to j-ck me off, can't beat it, join itTunechi, punechi, ever she call it,Flag scarlett, I killed it, mourn it[Hook]Faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded faded fadedMy n-gga I'm faded fadedAnd I don't give a f-ck

Ace Hood - Trials & Tribulations

Wiz Khalifa - California

Lyrics:
Roll a joint, roll another one
When it's all said and done I'll be at the top bitch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, we pulling em off the lot
Don't even test drive it before I cop
Just boarded a yacht
Or at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I'm placing my wager
Don't even care about how much paper I blow
Cause I been getting this money and stay on a couple things that I know
I'm blowing this stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it's cologneI
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I didn't make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I'm wrong
But I'm just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I'm gone
If you ain't talking money homie, you can't get a call
Cause this a muthafuckin life that you can't live at all
I'm getting high while I drive, I ain't thinking of y'all


[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with the top down
And smoke weed with my niggas x2


Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only difference is that's me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause she can get crazy in this industry
Most your friends become your enemies
That's why I stay down with the ones that's been with me
The niggas who started and they down to ride till the end with me
Make sure the positive energy keep flowing
All the weed keep rolling
All of us gone get high off the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Niggas keep hating, but baby I'mma keep ballin
A lot of y'all turned fake
Because you found out what I make
Now I'm buying a steak
Go on private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I'm cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
At the dealer how I'm looking at Ferrari option
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin'


[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas x2

Dr. Zodiak ft. Kurupt & Lil G- Caviar & Champagne

The Game - Ali Bomaye ft. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross

Lyrics:
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'mma fuck her 'til the springs break

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah Roll another one cause I'm winnin
In my four door looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3,000
From the P houses, did it from the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

[Verse 2: Game]
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it
Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye
But they yellin'...

[Hook: Game]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along

[Verse 4: Game]
Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!

[Verse 5: 2 Chainz]
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to work, don't work at your residence

[Verse 6: Game]
...For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today

Snoop Dogg & Game "Purp & Yellow LA Leakers SKEETOX

Lyrics:
Yeah ah hayou know what it isPurp and yellow, Purp and yellowPurp and yellow, Purp and yellow
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]Yeah ah ha, you know what it iseverything I do, I do it bigYeah ah ha, screaming thats nothinwhen I pull out the lot, thats stuntinI rep my town, when you see me me you know everythingPurp and yellow, Purp and yellowPurp and yellow, Purp and yellowI put it down from the whip to my diamonds, Im inPurp and yellow, Purp and yellowPurp and yellow, Purp and yellow
[Snoop Dogg]Swish! 24, thats black mambaSnoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymercollaborate, with the golden statein a yellow six deuce with the purple platesI dip and dodge, I hit 3 and rollfish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasolwe dont give a damn bout the big 3LA Lake show we bout to 3 peatand you can bet, thats on the setRon Artest about to get wetIm on the flo' and thats a factsittin' next to uncle Jack blazin' up the purple sack
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Game]Louie Vuitton donpurple 24?s, yellow Lambo Im ridin'top blew the guts doors goin' suicideStuff in the wood, n-ggas know we gon kill thatblow it in the air boy, know they gon feel thatpurp and yellow, purp and yellowwatch me ball like you sittin' with Phil atten car caravan Aston Martin's and all them hood whipsthem Cutlass's them Cadillacs's that leather be grippin' them wood tipsI was born up in the wood, claim Compton bet you aint know thatpops taught me how to get low in the floor clapwent from a boy to a king, any block I five five four thatn-gga better know that, boy they playin'sawed off shottywhat they sayin'? nothin to a bossI put two holes in that LeCarI come through f-ckin n-ggas offhop in that truck and get lostyou playin' wit a king not Gretzkyeven if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet skiOo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby's asspops was a dope boy we still spendin 80?s cashlook on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it isblowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[YG]Ridin' down Rose greens, Compton, Californiaturn on the wrong street they might bang on yahome of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellowtake a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seeing doublesBut I'm an angel though, and your girls a pigeonits money over everything, girl you know the visionnever been a mark if ya with it we can cut ya fadebrought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam HusseinPusha Ink the label baby, everything else is f-ckin boringI'm at Roscoes eatin wit some chicks who foreignI took your girlfriend from you boy you's a mark