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DJ Kay Slay - About That Life lyrics

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ay yo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
So this is what it comes down to, huh?
Y'all n***as think y'all 'bout that life?
Well it's time to show and prove
Fab, set it off!

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Look, I terminate a b**h, like her name was Sarah Connor
Where I'm from, we never meet daddies; swear on mommas.
I'm high fashion, so my Gucci reeks of marijuana
My shoes are k**ing them! I call these a pair of homi-cides
Put me in the pa**enger and I'm a ride, cause my mind is full of ma**acres
k**er verses, I lay 'em down and fill up hearses.
You can't be the best without knowing who the worst is
Me and Kay a lot alike, we don't fake nothing
Thick b**hes in my sheets, I be straight stunting
You got the wrong keys, I ain't who to start with
Rise of the apes, now who you monkeys getting smart with?

[Hook: T-Pain]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that stripe
Now f** with me and with my team
And you gonn see
b**h I'm bout that life,
Tryina get what I can get before these people give me credit
I'm alive, not tell them hatin a** n***as
That hatin on a n***a
Quit your hatin, cause b**h I'm bout that life!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
In love with the money, infatuated with coupes
Imaculate living, money stack up to my roof
The baddest of womenm, purse matchin the boots
That's the half you don't wanna see what's in that f**in bag
Pull it like a flip camp, first you aim it, then you fire
Big hat smoke a n***a, I can get no higher
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Heroine in every bag she carry on
You n***as ain't getting money, f** it, then carry on
The biggest and the richest, f**ing self made
Ricky rose and my n***a kay slay
Pound of purple green, 2 leader a piece price
I could flip a brick before a chick can blink twice!

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 3: Nelly]
You know what? You don't like me, I don't give a f**
Respect is like some money to me, I don't get enough!
Like I ain't put on the hardest city in America
St. Louis, and we ain't scared of ya
King of the drama, see him rollin' with the drama king
Yo Kay Slay, you want lil' momma from your magazine?
You know the one that's got a body like a cartoon
Ass like a whale 'til lil' durrty gotta harpoon
Woo! This stacking racks on racks
Go check my hallways mother f**er, plaques on plaques
These n***as lying a lot, I'm speaking facts on facts
My hotel room's infested durrty, rats on rats

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Looking at a dollar bill, saw the White House
Then I flipped a couple bills, bought a white house
Triple beam on a triple stack, triple back
Going back court like I dribbled back, simple fact
When that drop roller and that top fold up
b**hes going both ways like they're bipolar
Pop the ace Black Jack, ski mask, black mac
Hit the back of your head, turn your fitted to a snapback.
Best of the greatest, bought the p**y and paid for maintenance
Waste of money, wack head, the b**h brainless
Word to Kay Slay, you n***as straight stuntin'
I be spending seven digits like it ain't nothin'

[Hook: T-Pain]

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