Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eight Ways, artist - Ace Hood. Album song 4 da Fuck of It - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Hood Nation
Song language: English
Eight Ways |
See you are what you are in this world |
It’s either one of two things |
Either you’re somebody, or you’re nobody |
Politics as usual, in my new juelz |
Tailor made Armani suits, yeah thats gon' fit me well |
Givenchy be my cologne, them hoes will go and smell |
Mr. Hood gonna give you game, on just not how to fail |
One: Never lay your head the same place you intend to sell |
Two: God forbid you go to jail you just don’t ever tell |
Three: Gotta watch them niggas round you cause of jealousy |
Four: Friends close, but be closer with your enemies |
Five: Business and pleasure never really go together |
Six: Never, ever let nobody see your stash of cheddar |
Seven: Loyalty over royalty, I put God first |
Eight: Most important your at the table, now whats your worth? |
You not dining at my table bringing nothing to it |
I done hustle for my youngings that’s who I influence |
Cracking lobsters, and rocking fur like a fucking mobster |
Versace mansions with companions, discussing commas |
You may see the foreign, never will you see me sweat |
Promoters sending me deposits while they sending threats |
Abu-Dhabi in Maseratti, I’m kamikaze |
My spanish mami gon' bless her papi with sloppy toppy |
Never love 'em, never trust 'em, Jesus made that mistake |
Stack your money, feed your family go buy some real estate |
Servin' junkies wasn’t for me, I’m trynna educate |
Bossin' up a hundred milion welcome to heavyweight |
Politics as usual, in my new juelz |
Tailor made Armani suits, yeah thats gon' fit me well |
Givenchy be my cologne, them hoes will go and smell |
Mr. Hood gonna give you game, on just not how to fail |
One: Never lay your head the same place you intend to sell |
Two: God forbid you go to jail you just don’t ever tell |
Three: Gotta watch them niggas round you cause of jealousy |
Four: Friends close, but be closer with your enemies |
Five: Business and pleasure never really go together |
Six: Never, ever let nobody see your stash of cheddar |
Seven: Loyalty over royalty, I put God first |
Eight: Most important your at the table, now whats your worth? |
Money come and then it goes, how much for your soul |
Fancy whips, designer clothes, turn your friends to foes |
Know that everything that glitters, isn’t solid gold |
You never know the hand you dealt, but just don’t ever fold |
Stacking figures, so essential, younging I’m thinking bigger |
Not a victim, beat the system, not just another nigga |
Hating on you, preying on it, they wanna see you fail |
Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, welcome to fucking hell |
Play it clever, watch the devil’s, pray the Lord is my Shepherd |
Do your thing, and keep it sided, business don’t mix with pleasure |
Know some people, know some secrets, swear I will never tell 'em |
Wake up grinding like you’re broke, and know you’ll be good forever |
Politics as usual, in my new juelz |
Tailor made Armani suits, yeah thats gon' fit me well |
Givenchy be my cologne, them hoes will go and smell |
Mr. Hood gonna give you game, on just not how to fail |
One: Never lay your head the same place you intend to sell |
Two: God forbid you go to jail you just don’t ever tell |
Three: Gotta watch them niggas round you cause of jealousy |
Four: Friends close, but be closer with your enemies |
Five: Business and pleasure never really go together |
Six: Never, ever let nobody see your stash of cheddar |
Seven: Loyalty over royalty, I put God first |
Eight: Most important your at the table, now whats your worth? |