Mood
Ace Hood Lyrics


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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, blessings
Jump out the coup, 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
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood

Bought a car with a horse, got a young nigga whipping
I just pull up at the light, shitting on your Honda Civic
I got racks in my pocket, dead fresh catch a body
That potato on a shawty, count that money for a hobby
I just pull up to the deala, 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 juice
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 pray 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, brought the bottles lets see the light show

I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessings
Jump out the coup, 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
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood

Middle finger in the air, that's my motherfucking mood
Twenty twenty with the vision, I got panoramic views
In my cup, got that screw
Phantom ghost, peek-a-boo
Niggas sleep, let them snooze
Ace Hood got the juice
I'm the motherfucking man, twenty bands 'fore I walk through
I just brought a foreign, paid 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 I don't even live in that bitch
I might just cop me a whip and I won't even drive that little 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 coup, 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
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood
'Cause I'm in the mood

I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessings
Jump out the coup, 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
'Cause I'm in the mood

Overall Meaning

Ace Hood's "Mood" is a song about living life to the fullest and enjoying the fruits of one's hard work. In the first verse, Ace Hood describes his desire to count up his blessings and flex his wealth. He boasts about his material possessions, including his car and stacks of cash, and his ability to attract women. He also makes it clear that he only surrounds himself with movers and shakers, encouraging those who can't keep up to exit. The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "cause I'm in the mood" multiple times, signifying that he's always ready to live life to the fullest and enjoy every moment.


In the second verse, Ace Hood continues to brag about his success and wealth. He talks about his panoramic view, the screw in his cup, his expensive car, and the many Haitian goons he hangs out with at the club. He also takes a shot at his former teacher who doubted his potential, now that he's made it big. The song ends with another repeat of the chorus.


Overall, "Mood" is a catchy, upbeat track that celebrates success and living one's best life. It's an anthem for those who have worked hard and deserve to enjoy the fruits of their labor.


Line by Line Meaning

'Cause I'm in the mood baby
I am currently feeling great, excited, and confident about myself or the situation at hand.


I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessings
I am enthusiastic about counting my profits and blessings at the moment.


Jump out the coup, the fuck is the roof? Flexing
My luxurious vehicle has no roof and I am showing off my wealth and status.


I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sex it
I am feeling sexually aroused and interested in contacting your significant other for sexual activity.


I just pull up at the light, shitting on your Honda Civic
I confidently pull up alongside your Honda Civic, showing off my superior and expensive vehicle.


I'm the motherfucking man, twenty bands 'fore I walk through
I possess the highest level of authority, and I've already made a significant amount of money before even arriving at the event.


Ace Hood got the juice
I possess a great deal of confidence and personal power.


I might just charge every hoe that I encounter for dick
I may potentially ask for payment from every woman I engage in sexual activity with.


I just might cop me a crib and I don't even live in that bitch
I may buy a house just for the fun of it, without even intending to live there.


Then pull up on my old teacher who said I won't be shit, bitch
I am feeling vindictive and want to prove my old teacher wrong about my success and abilities.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Antoine McColister

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Comments from YouTube:

Shane-o

Ace Hood is SOOOOO underrated. That boy can throw a song together. From the flow to the hook, on point!

Anna Nickles

Kids sleep and the nostalgia is pumping 🎉 #teen #workinthemorning

Classy Trashy

That’s clean

Rob Rasberry

Heard this at the barber shop...it's tite

King Beamen

All the best rappers out r either underground or white. My have times changed, lol!

Ralph jackson risco

💯

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