Ace Hood - Got Damn lyrics

(feat. Plies) [Intro] Oh yea? That’s how you feel huh young n***as? You gon pull up in that motherf**in Ford like that there 50 grand in yo motherf**in pocket with that bad b**h [Hook] Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! [Verse: Ace Hood] Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie b**h I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love Big money n***a, quarter millie on the juice Ballin like a b**h, I made the ESPN news Home 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 hall a** Bet your money she gon f** me for that brown bag I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - n***a you trippin That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different [Hook] Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! [Verse: Plies] I was in the trap, crack or kick the do’ I was in the room, I was beatin a ho Crack a ice mean n***a where the snow Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow? Dead croopers, I’mma buy 100 Chevy And gave em all away to all the young n***as Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened? Asked me did I f** his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember Now did she s** me? That’s a strong possibility Hit him with the 9, he got his sh** down 10 racks kush and I say your chain man [Hook] Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! [Verse: Ace Hood] Okay now fat black ‘Maro, b**hes call me Bruce Wayne Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, n***a that’s a shame And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade Once them n***as p**y lucky, I don’t call names Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s I be wailin on you n***as, stylin on you n***as Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over My paper long, b**h etcetera, etcetera Get it! [Hook] Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn!