Meek Mill — 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 And I'ma have a hard time, holding these alligators back [Chorus: Meek Mill & French Montana] These pussy ass niggas Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) These pussy ass niggas Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Anybody wanna act loco? Who you with? Numerous shots from the .44 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 it 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 buy the whole load if you get it back Fishscale when it's stamped in the rental wrapped 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 'fore 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 [Chorus: Meek Mill & French Montana] These pussy ass niggas Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) These pussy ass niggas Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) [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 lovin' 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 mils 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 [Chorus: Meek Mill & French Montana] These pussy ass niggas Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) [Verse 3: K Kutta] You say y'all with it, but don't handle your business When the car pull up Y'all niggas slippin', with the window rolled up That choppa with to whippin' Choppa went to whippin', 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, Ross put me in the game MGB, come and get that bang, that molly gang MMG, cut that check, plus a Rollie and a chain Y'all niggas fake like reed rocks, roll the Ghost, drop the top Bad bitch, suck the cock, in the crib or in the car Pussy nigga hate cause I'm a star Pussy nigga hate like I'ma stop Pussy nigga wave like who ya are Pussy nigga skate if around my car [Chorus: Meek Mill & French Montana] These pussy ass niggas Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) [Verse 4: Torch] You ain't bout that life, you ain't about that yay You ain't never seen a brick broke down in whole trays All I know is gunplay Hit my nigga Gunplay night time, broad day I just sat in that cage, I done make front page Kick the door where y'all stay I ain't even tryna aim, everybody in that bitch catch a stray I done pushed that drop, I done whipped that Mazi I done flipped that molly You ain't seen a dead body, I done held my dope thang To seen the niggas who shot 'em in they own blood Had to wipe momma's tears, she dreamin' I'm dead My niggas gettin' bread, my niggas beat the Feds Every night I send a photo, my bad You ain't bout that life, that life, keep 100 shots in that pipe 200 on my dash, thousand grams of that white Sky Dweller my watch, two kilos my Cuban Courtside like Mark Cuban, you getting money? Then prove it nigga [Chorus: Meek Mill & French Montana] These pussy ass niggas Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) [Verse 5: Iceberg] I'm 'bout that life, when the shit on sight, and they sit on tight With niggas who snipe, with that big ol' fire, nigga sit on down You's a goddamn joke, what you out there doin? You goin' get yourself hurt This not that movie, these guns really shootin' And these packs really movin' I need them M's and y'all niggas still playin'? I'm tryna build my brand Lil man can't hear that he got killed for a grand What the fuck is you saying? I'm tryna shower my bitches with black balls Nino Brown someone's baby momma Fuck nigga, keep talkin' crazy I'ma buy your bitch and start claiming your daughter nigga All my work from across the border nigga If he a fuck nigga, I'll fuckin' shoot him nigga When we pull up, hoes get starstruck This Live House, MMG, I'ma teach you fuck niggas to boss up [Outro: Meek Mill] These pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life [Leaked Verse 1: 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 [Leaked Verse 2: 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 rappin' nigga Rollie gold, 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 Niggas hate when you touch that 50 M's Bentley 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