[Intro: Ric Flair]It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio,Looking at a guy out here hollering my nameWhen last year I spent more money on spilt liquorIn bars from one side of this world to the other, than you madeYou'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 niggasAin'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 for forYoung nigga in the low lowJumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like yoloFuck for this time ain't no trueIn the hood where there ain't no hopeNow everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soapEverybody get to rappin' when there ain't no cokeWhere the money niggaCop 44 a bird where I live atProbably get the whole load if you get it backFish scale when snapped rented rackLittle nigga you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, ohI like fast cars, fast broadsAnd my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroomThen skrr, skrr before I blast offShe go up and down like nasaBike life on your bitch niggaPop a wheelie all in that pussy she switchin' gears on this dick niggaStill young, reckless, and rich nigga, yellow diamonds like piss niggaStones 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 thereThat bitch right there, that bitch right thereLook at that bitch right thereYou ain't bout that life, you ain't bout thatThat price tag you ain't bout thatThat bitch you love we popped thatThat shit talk you ain't bout thatDon't get caught in that trafficNiggas ain't bout that actionYou can keep your chainMy niggas don't want that plasticNiggas talkin' bout they got millNiggas talkin' bout they got wheelsNiggas talkin bout they got skillHe alright, he not realGot a little flow that's cool with meGot a little dough that's cool with meGot a little watch a little jewelryThem Self Made niggas, Volume 3That work get through like woo!Shorty got that Ric Flair pussy like woo[Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)][Verse 3: K Kutta][?]When a car pull upYa'll niggas slippin', with the window rolled upThat choppa with the whip [?]Ain't no God, ain't no [?]Just your body, [?] and blood [?]I'm bout that life, I don't play no gameThat street shit lameIn the booth you know I'm flame[?] in the gameMgb, come and get that bangThat Marley [?]Mmg, cut that checkPlus a rollie and a chainYa'll niggas fake like [?][?] ghost, drop the topBad bitch, suck my c*** [?]In the crib or in the carPussy nigga hatin' cause I'm a starPussy nigga hatin' like [?]Pussy nigga [?] like who ya arePussy [?] around my c***[Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)][Verse 4: Torch]You ain't about that yeYou ain't never seen a brick roll down a whole trayAll I know is gunplayAnd my nigga gunplay anytime broad dayI be stackin' that cashI be [?] ya'll stayI ain't even tryin' to aim everybody in that bitchGet that straight y'all can push that drop, I done whip [?]I can flip that molly you ain't seen anybodyI ain't run my doughI ain't even seen a nigga [?] in they own bloodHad a white [?]She screamin' I'm deadMy niggas gettin' breadMy niggas beat the fedsEvery night I send they a photo on my bedYou ain't bout that life, that lifeKeep a hundred shots in that [?][?] on my dashThousand grams of that white[?] my watch[?] my cubanCourtside like my cubanYou gettin' money then prove it[Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)][Verse 5: Iceberg]When they sit on [?] and they sit on [?]With niggas who snipeWith a big ol' fireNigga sit on down, yous a goddamn jokeWhatchu out there doin?You goin' get yourself hurt [?]These guns really shoot and these packs really moveAnd I keep them m's, and ya'll niggas still playin'I'm tryin' to build my bread lil niggaI can't hear, lil nigga I kill for a grandWhat the fuck is you sayingI'm tryin' to shower my bitches with black box[?] someone's baby mommaFuck nigga keep talkin' crazyI'mma buy your bitch and start claiming your [?] niggaAll my whips are from across the border niggaIf you a fuck nigga i'll fuckin' shoot a niggaWhen we pull up ho's get starstruckThis live houseMmg, I'mma teach you fuck niggas to boss up[Verse 6: Diddy]Man these niggas ain't bout that life, nawAnd this shit they talkin' I got that twiceBitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your adviceI said bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your lifeHo shut your mouth when you in the presence of kingsI ball like Lebron but I got a couple more ringsI got love for all my hatin' niggas I heard you said some thingsYou bitch niggas need love too I might take you under my wing[Verse 7: Rick Ross]Car expensive, jack a niggaWhat they know? I head crack a niggaShots fired don't ask a niggaGangsta got killed by a rappin' niggaI'm Michael CorleoneScarface bitch I got it goin' onOne time for all the feds watchin'Get inside tips when your money longGot big, my plan biggerI'm a die tryna squeeze my damn triggerThink when you touch that 50 mVictory white, I got five of themPull up on the corner with shinin' rimsSmiling like a nigga when he got a dealDying, always on my mind for realEmpire, always what I want to build
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