Carried Away lyrics

by

Ace Hood


[Intro]
You been working your whole life, I just spent $200,000 dollars on the motherf*ckin' coupe

[Chorus]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my b*tch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks and filet
I put them rocks in the Rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I f*ck that b*tch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that sh*t to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

[Verse 1]
I got a crib in the Ye, condo thats out in L.A
I got a b*tch look Jamaican, she look Chinese in the face
She got that booty galore, she got the tiniest waist
She got that, yes, Lord, I call it amazing grace
That sh*t you make in a year, I blow it all in a day
I got that nine on me now, bail money all in my safe
I could've cop me the 6, I could've cop me the Wraith
We on the run for the money, y'all need to pick up the pace
I feel invincible, I'm on a pill or two, I'm in the club with my woodie's
I am nothing like the old me, please do not act like you know me
I feel like Steph in the finals, my rivals know they can never control me
I done got high as the nose bleed, oh you still hating? Man, n*gga, please
[Chorus]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my b*tch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks and filet
I put them rocks in the Rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I f*ck that b*tch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that sh*t to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

[Verse 2]
I smoke an ounce in a day, I am not feeling my face
I am rocking Maison Margielas, I mix it up with Versace
I am pronouncing it wrong, I don't give a f*ck what you on
I don't give a f*ck who you call, I got some sh*t for the mall
I might just wake up and ball, made my ho gargle my balls
You need a hit, n*gga, holler, I am the one you should call
Crib is a miniature mall, Sunday is miniature golf
Wednesday, I'm probably in Yoga, helping me keep my composure
I just get carried away, I just get carried away
I should've took all that money and gave it to God, right in the collection plate
But instead I spent it in King Of Diamonds all that ass and titties in my face lord forgive me
Now back to this Henny, gone

[Chorus]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my b*tch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks and filet
I put them rocks in the Rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I f*ck that b*tch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that sh*t to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away
[Verse 3]
Order more bottles of Ace, then give them bottles away
Then I go order more bottles, you see the look on they face
I think these rappers are clowns, we in the Cirque du Soleil
If she is not is not f*ckin' tonight, then she just invading my space
I'm with my n*ggas and we celebratin' like we won a title today
I'm elevated and I'm underrated but I'm headin' straight to the bag
I just got carried away, VVS karat, the face
This what I think of you n*ggas who internet thuggin' remindin' myself every day

[Chorus]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my b*tch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks and filet
I put them rocks in the Rollie, ballin', I feel like Ginóbili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I f*ck that b*tch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that sh*t to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away
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