Go Live - Ace Hood

Okay

Camera man we going to do like the thirty six frame, you heard me?

It’s movie time homie

Mister Hood

I jump up out the Bent', I’m stepping outside

There’s cameras everywhere

Yeah I’m about to go live

Louis V. shades, to cover my eyes

The paparazzi flashing, I’m about to go live

About to go live, live, live

About to go live, live, live

You want to be fly?

I’m on a G5

And everybody broke, ask me worldwide

Okay, hello to the money, good morning to the bread

What up to you bitches?

Bring me breakfast in the bed

Hit a button on the blinds, watch the curtains roll back

Took a look into the mirror, they not fucking wore of that

Better cut it up a notch, put more diamonds on my chest

Bigger stones in my ears, hundred carats in the Lex'

Put more horses in the 'Rari, nasty as calamari

Rolling out with a Barbie, hiding from paparazzi

Tell them I’m going live, Mister Life-of-the-Party

Keep my jewels in the cooler, maybe I know the mula

Pull up in something European so they can flash

In three, two, one, I’m going live on that ass

Now tell them tune in, I’m back at it again

Want to be fly like I grew up in the wind

I’m a bad motherfucker, arrogant as I could be

Fresh up out of Louis, have them wishing they was me

I’m sorry that you not, I’m way too fucking hot

And everywhere I go you better know I’m showing out

Got my diamonds on check, carry cash no checks

Want that Beamer not the Lex', now you know I’m finna flex

It go three, two, one, you either ready or you not

Make it feel like Hollywood, every time I’m stepping out

Custom cameras over here, and you know they over there

Bad bitches in my bed, smell the money in the air