[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 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 for for
Young nigga in the low low
Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad bitch like yolo
Fuck for this time ain't no true
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]
When a car pull up
Ya'll niggas slippin', with the window rolled up
That 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 game
That street shit lame
In the booth you know I'm flame
[?] in the game
Mgb, come and get that bang
That Marley [?]
Mmg, cut that check
Plus a rollie and a chain
Ya'll niggas fake like [?]
[?] ghost, drop the top
Bad bitch, suck my c*** [?]
In the crib or in the car
Pussy nigga hatin' cause I'm a star
Pussy nigga hatin' like [?]
Pussy nigga [?] like who ya are
Pussy [?] around my c***

[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
And 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 [?]
I can flip that molly you ain't seen anybody
I ain't run my dough
I ain't even seen a nigga [?] in they own blood
Had a white [?]
She screamin' 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 [?]
[?] on my dash
Thousand grams of that white
[?] my watch
[?] my cuban
Courtside like my cuban
You gettin' money then prove it

[Hook: Meek Mill & (French Montana)]

[Verse 5: Iceberg]
When they sit on [?] and they sit on [?]
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 [?]
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
[?] someone's baby momma
Fuck nigga keep talkin' crazy
I'mma buy your bitch and start claiming your [?] 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 don't 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
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Bout That Life Lyrics

Meek Mill – Bout That Life Lyrics

Songwriters: Karim Kharbouch, Robert Williams
Bout That Life lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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