Ace Hood – Goals lyrics

If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (Lord knows Lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(My people my folks)
And my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (Hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (Never that)
And my motha fuckin' goal (My goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin' goal (My goal my goal)

We on with the roof fame
Big money on the wrist game
Little nigga with a big dream
I remember them days in the hoop day
I'm in that new thang with a few chains
'nd I swish champagne for duke's sake
4, 5 later kickin' like Liu Kang
Small city young nigga tryin' to maintain
And I had no pot to piss in
My daddy missin'
Guess god was listenin'
I remember them days of wishin'
Nobody listen
Had to show 'em once again
How I get my checks with two commas
Did everythang that I promised
Want better health for my momma
And lean yo tea from you hina
And that's my motha fuckin' goal
Tell 'em free my motha fuckin' woes
Every king need a queen to touch his soul
Baby keep on ballin' on them hoes
And I still got so far to go
And I still got so much to do
One thing I won't do is lose
I know
They know
We know

If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (Lord knows Lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(My people my folks)
And my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (Hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (Never that)
And my motha fuckin' goal (My goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin' goal (My goal my goal)

And I want that mansion in the hills
Big faces on the bills
I touch the money, I seen a million, I can tell you how it feel
Put both my children on the will
I'll never be nothin' less I'm trill
Lord knows it's complicated, got confrontation, with the baby momma still
But I got that love for you baby
All them times you tried to play me
Perfect time, mindin' my mind, ridden and I found a better lady
I'm so blessed I need a halo
Fuck you if you hatin' on me
I just want to put all my niggas in the position for the bank roll
On my list of many goals
I'm so gifted with the flow
Drink champagne out the bottle
That's my one and only motto
No I grind and I pray
Do it all again tomorrow
For my son and my little daughter and my momma heavenly father

If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (Lord knows Lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(My people my folks)
And my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (My goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (Hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (Never that)
And my motha fuckin' goal (My goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin' goal (My goal my goal)

I'm all on Instagram flexin'
Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
I got habits of countin' blessings
I'm a student to every lesson
Only others the way to go
Never talk to much on them phones
Never forget bout where you come from
Broward County you been puttin' on
That's been my motha fuckin' goal
Now a young nigga puttin' on
And this my motha fuckin' song
And this my motha fucking song

I'm all on Instagram flexin'
Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
I got habits of countin' blessings
I'm a student to every lesson
Only others the way to go
Never talk to much on them phones
Never forget bout where you come from
Broward County you been puttin on

I'm all on Instagram flexin'