Got Damn lyrics

[Intro: Ace Hood]
Oh yea?
That’s how you feel huh young n*ggas?
You gon pull up in that motherf*ckin Foreign like that there
50 grand in yo motherf*ckin pocket with that bad b*tch

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
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*tch 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!

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
b*tch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love
Big money n*gga, quarter mil worth of jewels
Ballin like a b*tch, 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 f*ck me for that brown bag
I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - n*gga you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
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*tch 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!

[Verse 2: Plies]
I was in the trap, cracker kicked in the do’
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Cracka asked me, "n*gga 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 n*ggas
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*ck 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 sh*t wacked
10 racks pus*y and I sell your chain back
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
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*tch 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!

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Okay now flat black ‘Maro, b*tches call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, n*gga that’s a shame
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them n*ggas pus*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*ggas, stylin on you n*ggas
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, b*tch etcetera, etcetera
Get it!
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
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*tch 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!