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 a Mazi 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 to wipe Mama tears She dreamin' 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 this not that movie 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