Got Damn - Gunplay, Ace Hood

Oh yea?

That’s how you feel huh young niggas?

You gon pull up in that motherfuckin Foreign like that there

50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket with that bad bitch

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 bitch with me and her ass 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!

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

Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie

Bitch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club

Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love

Big money nigga, quarter mil worth of jewels

Ballin like a bitch, 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 ass

Bet your money she gon fuck me for that brown bag

I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up — nigga you trippin

That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different

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 bitch with me and her ass 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!

I was in the trap, cracker kicked in the do'

I was in the room, I was beatin a ho

Cracka asked me, «Nigga where the snow?»

Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow?

This Christmas, I’mma buy 100 Chevy

And gave em all away to all the young niggas

Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper

Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened?

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

Now did she suck me?

That’s a strong possibility

Hit him with the 9, he got his shit wacked

10 racks pussy and I sell your chain back

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 bitch with me and her ass 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!

Okay now flat black ‘Maro, bitches call me Bruce Wayne

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

And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade

Once them niggas pussy 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 niggas, stylin on you niggas

Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture

What yo money like?

What dip dope cheddar over

My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera

Get it!

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 bitch with me and her ass 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!