Bout That Life

[Intro: Ric Flair]

It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio

Looking at a guy out here hollering my name

When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor

In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made

You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (WOO!)

Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

These pussy ass niggas

Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) x8

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Niggas wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo

Young nigga in the low low

Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like YOLO

44 on my hip line, this time ain't no joke

In the hood where there ain't no hope

Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap

Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke

Where the money nigga

Cop 44 a bird where I live at

Probably get the whole load if you get it back

Fish scale when snapped rented rack

Little nigga you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, oh

I like fast cars, fast broads

And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom

Then skrr, skrr before I blast off

She go up and down like NASA

Bike life on your bitch nigga

Pop a wheelie all in that pussy she switchin' gears on this dick nigga

Still young, reckless, and rich nigga, yellow diamonds like piss nigga

Stones they glistening nigga, ya'll suckas don't do it like this nigga

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 2: French Montana]

That nigga right there, that nigga right there

Look at that nigga right there

That bitch right there, that bitch right there

Look at that bitch right there

You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that

That price tag you ain't bout that

That bitch you love we popped that

That shit talk you ain't bout that

Don't get caught in that traffic

Niggas ain't bout that action

You can keep your chain

My niggas don't want that plastic

Niggas talkin' bout they got mill

Niggas talkin' bout they got wheels

Niggas talkin bout they got skill

He alright, he not real

Got a little flow that's cool with me

Got a little dough that's cool with me

Got a little watch a little jewelry

Them Self Made niggas, Volume 3

That work get through like woo!

Shorty got that Ric Flair pussy like woo

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 3: K Kutta]

[?]

Don't handle your business

When the car pull up

Ya'll niggas slippin', with the window rolled up

That choppa with the whipper

Ain't no God, ain't no priest

Just your body, floating in blood exposed to the street

I'm bout that life, I don't play no game

That snitch shit lame

In the booth you know I'm flame

Why the fuck you in the game

MMG, come and get that bang

That Marley [?]

MMG, cut that check

Plus a rollie and a chain

Ya'll niggas fake like [?]

Roll the ghost, drop the top

Bad bitch, suck the cock

In the crib or in the car

Pussy nigga hatin' cause I'm a star

Pussy nigga hatin' like he a star

Pussy nigga [?] like who ya are

Pussy [?] around my cock

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 4: Torch]

You ain't about that ye

You ain't never seen a brick roll down a whole tray

All I know is gunplay

Hit my nigga gunplay anytime broad day

I be stackin' that cash

I be [?] ya'll stay

I ain't even tryin' to aim everybody in that bitch

Get that straight y'all can push that drop, I done whip [?]

I can flip that molly you ain't seen anybody

I ain't run my dough

I ain't even seen a nigga who shot em in they own blood

Had a white [?]

She screamin' I'm dead

My niggas gettin' bread

My niggas beat the feds

Every night I send they a photo on my bed

You ain't bout that life, that life

Keep a hundred shots in that pipe

200 on my dash

Thousand grams of that white

Sky Dweller, my watch

2 kilos, my cuban

Courtside like Mark cuban

You gettin' money then prove it

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

[Verse 5: Iceberg]

When they sit on sight and they sit on tight

With niggas who snipe

With a big ol' fire

Nigga sit on down, yous a goddamn joke

Whatchu out there doin?

You goin' get yourself hurt [?]

These guns really shoot and these packs really move

And I keep them m's, and ya'll niggas still playin'

I'm tryin' to build my bread lil nigga

I can't hear, lil nigga I kill for a grand

What the fuck is you saying

I'm tryin' to shower my bitches with black box

Nino Brown [?] someone's baby momma

Fuck nigga keep talkin' crazy

I'mma buy your bitch and start claiming your daughter nigga

All my whips are from across the border nigga

If you a fuck nigga i'll fuckin' shoot a nigga

When we pull up ho's get starstruck

This live house

MMG, I'mma teach you fuck niggas to boss up

[Verse 6: Diddy]

Man these niggas ain't bout that life, naw

And this shit they talkin' I got that twice

Bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your advice

I said bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your life

Ho shut your mouth when you in the presence of kings

I ball like LeBron but I got a couple more rings

I got love for all my hatin' niggas I heard you said some things

You bitch niggas need love too I might take you under my wing

[Verse 7: Rick Ross]

Car expensive, jack a nigga

What they know? I head crack a nigga

Shots fired dont ask a nigga

Gangsta got killed by a rappin' nigga

I'm Michael Corleone

Scarface bitch I got it goin' on

One time for all the feds watchin'

Get inside tips when your money long

Got big, my plan bigger

I'm a die tryna squeeze my damn trigger

Think when you touch that 50 m

Victory white, I got five of them

Pull up on the corner with shinin' rims

Smiling like a nigga when he got a deal

Dying, always on my mind for real

Empire, always what I want to build