Maybach Music Group - Bout That Life lyrics

[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 p**y a** n***as Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) [x8] [Verse 1: Meek Mill] n***as wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo Young n***a in the low low Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad b**h 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 b**h n***a Pop a wheelie all in that p**y she switchin' gears on this dick n***a Still young, reckless, and rich n***a, yellow diamonds like piss n***a Stones they glistening n***a, ya'll s**as don't do it like this n***a [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 2: French Montana] That n***a right there, that n***a right there, Look at that n***a right there That b**h right there, that b**h right there Look at that b**h right there You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that That price tag you ain't bout that That b**h you love we popped that That sh** talk you ain't bout that Don't get caught in that traffic n***as ain't bout that action You can keep your chain My n***as don't want that plastic n***as talkin' bout they got mill n***as talkin' bout they got wheels n***as talkin bout they got sk** 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 j**elry Them Self Made n***as, Volume 3 That work get through like woo! Shorty got that Ric Flair p**y 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 n***as played like Reeve Rock Coast to coast, top to top Bad b**hes s** the co*k In the crib or in the car p**y n***a hate guns, I'm a star p**y n***a hate like I'm a star p**y n***a whip like who you are? p**y n***as 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 n***a Gunplay and everytime broad day I just stunt in that cage Adding n***as 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 n***as who shot a mane and they own blood Had to wipe mama tears She's dreamin I'm dead but a n***a's getting bread My n***as 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 n***a Torch [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 5: Iceberg] When they shoot on sight and they sit on tight But n***as who snipe with that big old fire n***a 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 n***as still playin I'm tryna build my brand Lil man can't hear daddy got k**ed for a gram What the f** is you sayin? I'm tryin to show off my b**hes with black bongs Nino Brown somebody baby mama f** n***a keep talkin crazy I'm a bag yo b**h and start claimin you doin that uh All my work from across the border n***a Woo! If he a f** n***a I'll f**in shoot him n***a When we pull up hoes get star struck This live house, MMG I'm a teach you f** n***as to boss up [Verse 6: Diddy] Man these n***as ain't bout that life, naw And this sh** they talkin' I got that twice b**h I'm Diddy ho f** your advice I said b**h I'm Diddy ho f** 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' n***as I heard you said some things You b**h n***as need love too I might take you under my wing [Verse 7: Rick Ross] Car expensive, jack a n***a What they know? I head crack a n***a Shots fired don't ask a n***a Gangsta got k**ed by a rappin' n***a I'm Michael Corleone Scarface b**h 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 n***a when he got a deal Dying, always on my mind for real Empire, always what I want to build