Mood - Ace Hood

Haha, shit

Cause I’m in the mood baby

I’m in the mood nigga

Don’t give me a reason

Don’t give me a reason

Shit

I’m in the mood to count up the loot, blessin’s

Jump out the coupe, where fuck is the roof?

Flexin'

I’m with the crew, you ain’t makin' moves then exit

I’m in the mood to call up your boo to sext

Ooh, ause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Brought a car with a horse, got a young nigga whippin'

I just pull up at the light, shittin' on your Honda Civic

I got racks in my pocket, dead fresh catch a body

That potato on a shotty, count that money for a hobby

I just pull up to the villa, big shit, Godzilla

Young nigga, chinchilla, all ice like it’s winter

Hit the mall, blow a check

On the gram, gotta flex

Ain’t no love for my ex, oh lord boy you blessed

See I’m in the mood to fuck up your mood, I’m covered in jewels

I just brought a crib with too many rooms, it came with a pool

I know what you’re thinking, got rid of my neighbors, had too many rules

Don’t get it confused, don’t get it confused, we never gon' lose

I’m gonna get everything a nigga prayed for

Fuck me and call me daddy ain’t that what you came for?

I’m in the mood, I’m like fuck it, put twenty chains on

Go hit the club, pour the bottles to see the light show

I’m in the mood to count up the loot, blessin’s

Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof?

Flexin'

I’m with the crew, you ain’t makin' moves than exit

I’m in the mood to call up your boo to sext

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Middle finger in the air, that’s my motherfuckin' mood

Twenty-twenty with the vision, I got panoramic views

In my cup, got the screw

Phantom ghost, peek-a-boo

Nigga sleep, let 'em snooze

Ace Hood got the juice

I’m the motherfuckin;

man, twenty bands for a

I just brought a foreign, pay for it like a boss do

Nigga in the mood, keep it cool, goons crazy

Walk in the club with them Haitians

The fragrance amazing

I just might cop me a crib and only live in that bitch

I might just cop me a whip and only drive that new shit

I might just charge every hoe that I encounter for dick

Then pull up on my old teacher who said I won’t be shit, bitch

I’m in the mood to count up the loot, blessings

Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof?

Flexing

I’m with the crew, you ain’t making moves than exit

I’m in the mood to call up your boo to sex it

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

Ooh, cause I’m in the mood

I’m in the mood to count up the loot, blessin’s

Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof?

Flexin'

I’m with the crew, you ain’t makin' moves than exit

I’m in the mood to call up your boo to sext

Cause I’m in the mood baby

I’m in the mood nigga

Don’t give me a reason

Don’t give me a reason

Shit