Bout That Life Lyrics

Now you can call this Bollywood 3

I ain't gon' get gassed if your wallet's on E

And you'd probably OD

While this guap is on me

Yeah the symbol's an S

But it's dollars we gon' see

Cause I'm all about the paper stacks

I could lose a hundred thousand right now and make it back

I want a million, fuck it, gotta make it now

I'm out here hustling, while you struggling to make a thou

Got no money left

That ain't soundin' right

Worried bout the price?

Bitch, you ain't bout that life

Make money, not music, now that's sound advice

Oh, you doubting right?

Bitch, you ain't bout that life

And I've learned that it's not

What you do, but what you make

So though her ass is hot

I prefer cash to twat

If a bird's on my cock and orders the pipe

I call it a (k)night, like Sir Lancelot

That's why I only date a few

I'd rather look at the money

That's what I call a pay-per-view

Yeah, and I don't feel what you 'bout

I'll keep getting them G's till I'm overseas like an Umlaut (That's the Truth now)

Like Alchemist, Apathy, and Mobb Deep

Shout out to those rappers, B, we actually on beat

Cause rappin' is a small feast, that actually leads to more beef

Attracted to the balling, I don't actually need more things

Cause I'm all about the paper stacks

I could lose a hundred thousand right now and make it back

I want a million, fuck it, gotta make it now

I'm out here hustling while you struggling to make a thou

Got no money left

That ain't sounding right

Worried bout the price?

Bitch, you ain't bout that life

Make money, not music, now that's sound advice

Oh, you doubting right?

Bitch, you ain't bout that life

You ain't bout it, nah

You ain't bout it, nah

You ain't bout it, nah

Bitch, you ain't bout that life

You ain't bout it, nah

You ain't bout it, nah Bitch, you ain't bout that life

Shouts to my crew, aight

We gon' get that cheddar dude for better views and looks on life

Or an outlook, I ain't about books, 'less it's accounts dude

Keep cheques in the house too

Right next to the towels B,

I got that hustler spirit

And you can't get it out of me

I'm down for my dogs, it ain't only Michael Vic

I'll be rolling like a spliff, you be rolling like a bitch

While you're holding mics and shit

I'll be holding pipes and bricks

For my pipe dream, it might seem I'm rolling like I'm rich

But that's not the case

I got big dreams and it seems like that's gone to waste

Keep the cash locked in safes

Cause I'm all about the paper stacks

I could lose a hundred thousand right now and make it back

I want a Billion, fuck it, I gotta make it now

I'm out here hustling, while you struggling to make a thou

Got no money left?

That ain't sounding right

Worried about the price?

Bitch, you ain't bout that life

Make money, not music, now that's sound advice

Oh, you doubting right?

Bitch, you ain't bout that life

You ain't bout it nah, you ain't bout it nah

You ain't bout it nah, bitch, you ain't bout that life

You ain't bout it nah, you ain't bout it nah

You ain't bout it nah, bitch, you ain't bout that, life

Pro play, FnM, AMS

Minus waddup?!

Got your back homie

Red dot forever, yeah, yeah, yeah