Bout That Life
(专辑: Self Made Vol. 3 - 2013)
[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, kid 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 Jumping 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 riding dirty like there ain't no soap Everybody get to rapping 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 stunting 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 switching 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 talking bout they got mill Niggas talking 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] I
said ya'll would but dope huntin yo business When the
cop pull up ya'll niggas slippin With the
window rolled up That choppa went to rippin Choppa went to rippin Ain't no God, ain't no peace Yes yo body floatin in blood Exposed to the
skreek I'm bout that life, I
don't play no games That snitch shit lame In the
booth you know I'm flame Ross put me in the
game MGB help you kick that bang, that molly game MMG cut that check, bust a
Rollie and a
chain Ya'll niggas played like Reeve Rock Coast to coast, top to top Bad bitches suck the
cock In the
crib or in the
car Pussy nigga hate guns, I'm a
star Pussy nigga hate like I'm a
star Pussy nigga whip like who you are? Pussy niggas scared if around my car [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 4: Torch] You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that yay You ain't never seen a
brick roll down the
whole trades All I
know is gotta play Hit my nigga Gunplay and everytime broad day I
just stunt in that cage Adding niggas front page Keep going, ya'll stay I
ain't try aim everybody in that VIP Catch a
stray and I
pull that drop I
done whipped that mazy, I
done flipped that lolly You ain't seen a
dead body? I
done earned my dope name You see the
niggas who shot a
mane and they own blood Had to wipe mama tears She's dreamin I'm dead but a
nigga's getting bread My niggas beat the
feds They never seen the
fall of my band You ain't bout that life, that life Keep 100 shots in that pipe 200 my dash, 1000 grams of that white Sky dweller my watch, 2
kilos my Cuban Course I
link my Cuban You getting money then prove it nigga Torch [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 5: Iceberg] When they shoot on sight and they sit on tight But niggas who snipe with that big old fire Nigga sit on down You's a
goddamn joke, what you out there doing? You won't get yourself hurt, it's not that movie These guns really shootin and these badge really movin I
need them M's and ya'll niggas still playin I'm tryna build my brand Lil man can't hear daddy got killed for a
gram What the
fuck is you sayin? I'm tryin to show off my bitches with black bongs Nino Brown somebody baby mama Fuck nigga keep talkin crazy I'm a
bag yo bitch and start claimin you doin that uh All my work from across the
border nigga Woo! If he a
fuck nigga I'll fuckin shoot him nigga When we pull up hoes get star struck This live house, MMG I'm a
teach you fuck niggas to boss up [Verse 6: Diddy] Man these niggas ain't bout that life, naw And this shit they talking 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 hating 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 don't ask a
nigga Gangsta got killed by a
rapping nigga I'm Michael Corleone Scarface bitch I
got it going on One time for all the
feds watching 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 shining rims Smiling like a
nigga when he got a
deal Dying, always on my mind for real Empire, always what I
want to build