Bout That (feat. Rick Ross)

Ayy, I just wanna thank God Ayy, for all the blessings Ayy Ayy, ayy Oh my momma, oh my hood (my hood) I get high, I look good (look good) Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (bitch full) All about mine and I got it out the mud 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I'm 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that) Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (got that) We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (count racks) For this life we live, oh my momma, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I'm 'bout that (get 'em, get 'em) I'm 'bout that (get 'em, get 'em) 'Bout that, 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that (yo) (Maybach Music) Livin' like a movie, Eddie Murphy checks (uh) Holy field crib, Eddie Murphy necks (uh) Heavy diamonds on me and the turtlenecks (turtlenecks) Tyler Perry cast known in murders that's dodgin' and robbin', givin' It's time that we start to live it (uh) Couple bottles and got us a pot to piss in (yeah) Couple models and all of the clubs to get in (ooh) Call this nerve, let's party until the ceiling turn the block to holy ground The choppas'll hold me down (hold me down) Big boots, all white like Bobby Brown (grr) Big smoke, they smell it from out in Bronx West Coast, they mail it all by the pounds (the biggest) Kent Jones, my nigga, gon' get this crown (gon' get this crown) Big Combs, I pray that you're billing now (Lord) Double R, the bitches they get around (ooh) 20 cars, them brothers we cannot, sit down Oh my momma, oh my hood (my hood) I get high, I look good (it's the biggest, M-Maybach Music) Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (bitch full) All about mine and I got it out the mud 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I'm 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that) Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (got that) We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (count racks) For this life we live, oh my momma, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I'm 'bout that (get 'em, get 'em) I'm 'bout that (get 'em, get 'em) 'Bout that, 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that I remember all them days we couldn't eat proper (eat proper) Ramen noodles on the stove, now we eatin' pasta (eatin' pasta) Never hate on nobody, but don't wait on nobody Firecrackers, I don't give a fuck, we in the streets poppin' (streets poppin') We 'bout that, everybody gon' take an M, I don't count that (yeah) Write a blank reality check, and watch it bounce back (yeah) We was struggling, hungry, living without rent Don't know where me and my niggas would be without that Plan is to blow with my man, ain't gotta work no more Couple M's with no degree, got my diploma It broke my heart when I was on my dick, on couches at home I wish a nigga would have the nerve to tell me, "Be humble" I'm 'bout my son and his kids, kids don't got his uncle Oh, my momma and everything I love was part of the struggle Had to do it again just in case they thought I was lucky From the bottom of the top, and now we goin' global Oh my momma, on my hood (my hood) I get high, I look good (look good) Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (bitch full) All about mine and I got it out the mud 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I'm 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that) Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (got that) We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (count racks) For this life we live, oh my momma, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I'm 'bout that (get 'em, get 'em) I'm 'bout that (get 'em, get 'em) 'Bout that, 'bout that Bitch, I'm 'bout that