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Ace Hood - Make A Toast lyrics
[Intro] 
This is no longer music 
It's a celebration homie 
[Chorus] 
Let's make a toast (Toast) 
To the young don 
And to the gangsters, until they postpone 
To all the hustlers, that's on the cash grind 
To those we lost to war and looking for a lifetime 
I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets 
This one for history, I'm toasting this to me 
Glasses in the air! (It's a celebration baby) 
I'm toasting this to me 
Glasses in the air! And this for history 
[Verse 1] 
True story I was born into the Lord's glory 
Hustle and ambition, vision first class ported 
And that's according I was cordial on my first formal 
Trying to make a mill' coming off of four quarters 
I am so Florida Marlin in my own water 
Swimming with the sharks, slaughter anyting by the 
Feeling like an orphan, never knew my real father 
Guess that's why I'm going harder than my role model 
Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter 
Now they paying Hood out there to my armor model 
And every Ace of Spades bottle till the last swallow 
Only taint to ever trained to get the last dollar 
Black flag scholar, Louis Vuitton don 
A hundred for the watch, just waiting for the right time 
I just realized in my money state of mind 
I'm on another level devils meet me in the sky 
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] 
I used to wake up morning, yawning where I want to be 
People I want to meet, and places I've been dying to see 
No hope of selling coke or dope, I'm going back to sleep Ace Hood - Make A Toast - http://motolyrics.com/ace-hood/make-a-toast-lyrics.html
Now awake with paper bags, cash under feet 
Throw up the W to represent my dynasty 
And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat 
Keep all apoligies, the modesty is all to me 
It's ruthless mindframe is the way to be 
I burn a hater blow the ashes on his daddy feet 
May he be deceased, look until you see the beast 
While I could see you getting rich and niggas envy me 
It's deeper than the rap, the realist shit a nigga speak 
Private planes take me everywhere they wish to see 
And Khaled taking me to heights they only wish to see 
Flyest without a wing, the American dream 
It's a bird, it's a plane, naw it's just me 
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] 
Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam 
Shout out to We the Best, what up Dollas and Deals? 
Shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth? 
What up Kitgo? What up P Bo? 
Blood no go, what up A.C.? 
I love you Blonde D, I love you big sis' 
I love you little sis', I love you 2Pac 
And I will never stop, let's toast to the top 
[Chorus]
[Outro] 
Ace Hood baby! 
This is no longer music 
This is a celebration baby 
I've been introduced to the finer things in life 
Thank you Lord 
Thank you Lord! 
Khaled! I told them 
Make a toast to them 
Hi haters!













