Bout That Life

Yeah, gang, ayy
We in the stu' bruh
Working on Dying, OX Gang, you feel me
(I'm working on dyin') Gang, gang, yeah

You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life
You ain't rolling dice, you ain't got no ice
You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life
You ain't rolling dice, you ain't got no ice

Take yo' love for ransom
And I'm sipping Fanta
Boutta get a platinum
Yo' girl say I'm handsome
I'm a god damn bandit
Drop it, like it's Madden
And you know we stacking
But we never lacking
I'ma stack up to the top
Stack it up 'til it drop
Watch out before you get chopped
And you know I got that guap
Gotta keep it on my side
Haters talking, they get rocked
All my homies got the Glock
Mess with me, you might get shot
All of my homies, they killers
So you better just chill before they make your blood spill
I swear to God, I'll make a mil'
Staying humble, staying chill
'Cause you know we keep it real
I don't care how you feel
Only worry 'bout the bills
Cheddar on me, like a mil'
Damn, I gotta keep it trill, uh, yeah
They was talking that smack
So I pushed it to the back
Diamonds hanging from my neck
Mess around, you might be wrapped
I got so much damn respect
When I'm out hitting licks
I will stack up 'til I'm rich
Cause I gotta keep it lit
I'ma make it out the trap
Working hard, never slack
Gotta make it to the racks
No, I can't find a back
But I'll make it to the front
Diamonds on me, I'ma stunt
Gold chain, big bucks
And my gang finna run

You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life
You ain't rolling dice, you ain't got no ice
You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life
You ain't rolling dice, you ain't got no ice

Pour lean in his place
Sipping lemonade
All your diamonds fake
Pull up at his face
I'ma run it up
He gon' run away
He must know my name
I don't play no games
My homies insane
And we can't be tamed
Chilling with yo' main
We gon' make it rain
We gon' let it bling
I don't what they say, yeah
I got so much guap, yeah
I got so much paper