[Chorus: Call Me Ace]
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (yea!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (let’s go!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (what!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay! (ayy!)
[Verse 1: Call Me Ace]
Fresh off the charter, came thru sliding on water (woop!)
A-C-E AKA Mr. Hop Borders (ay)
Keepin’ it a buck, no one gon do it for ya (nah)
Ain’t no plans to change so keep your four quarters
Please use caution
The way ya boy travel if you copy you’ll get nauseous
They try to box me in, is he trap or is he conscious? (what?)
I don’t care baby cause I’m takin’ off regardless
That’s word to the cockpit (ay!)
Watch this, more engagement mean more airtime (airtime)
And more airtime mean more airlines (airlines)
And more airlines mean more prayer time (prayer time)
Touchdown thank God buddy ay time (ay!)
No need to floss, still keep a clean mouth (woop!)
I move fast but I still take the scenic route (ay)
True they thought I was odd ‘til I evened out (whaat)
Bombay Bombay what that even ‘bout
[Chorus: Call Me Ace]
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (yea!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (let’s go!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (what!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay! (ayy!)
[Verse 2: Chris O’Bannon]
Ooh, I wanna hit em with that Bombay (Bombay!)
Baby you bad I’ma put you on my entrée, yeaa (for real)
Then I’ma hit you with the combo
One or two lines I could pull you off a convo (okay)
Uh, feel it in your chest, like, fronto
So on point I could do it with a blindfold (for real!)
Game sick, I could kill em off any kind soul (swish)
Jump sideways get a poncho pronto (okay)
Wave! That Bombay!
It put you on a wave! I don’t play!
I take it to your face!
Me verse them they could never win a race, uh
Usain Bolt that’s the way I keep the pace, woah (for real)
What your mom say, hit ‘em with the Bombay
You on the sidelines ain’t no way you runnin’, please
I turn it up from LA to the Bay, uh
You don’t believe me I’ll bring it where you stay
[Chorus: Call Me Ace]
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (yea!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (let’s go!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (what!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay! (ayy!)
[Verse 3: Priceless Da Roc]
Ayy, yea hit ‘em with the Bombay
I’m from the Bay, so you know we litty all day
Always on my way to work I let the car swang (skrrt)
I’m 5’6 but they mess with me the long way (yea)
All my life been livin’ life in my primetime
Make your girl disappear like it’s sci-fi
We connect without you seeing like the wifi
She like everything I put up on my timeline (oww!)
I do my dance then I dip to the right (to the right)
Don’t do my dance if you can’t do my dance right (my dance right)
It’s super smackin’ in the function for the night (for the night)
I hit my Bombay and got the crowd hype (ay ay!)
It’s so hot but we not stoppin’ (yup)
I told this girl hit my line now I got her locked in
Priceless Da Roc, the Roc stands for “rock it”
Hit my Bombay and got the whole club boppin’ yea
[Chorus: Call Me Ace]
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (yea!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (let’s go!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (what!)
Grab ya Beyoncé and hit her with that Bombay (ahh!)
Pull up pull up, hit em with that Bombay (woop!)
What ya ma say? Hit em wit that Bombay! (ayy!)
