Lyrics:

[Intro]

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]

These pussy ass niggas ain't about 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)

Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life)

[Verse 1: 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

Got price tags you ain't bout that

That bitch you love we popped that

That shit you 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 keep talkin' bout they got mill

Niggas keep talkin' bout they got wheels

Niggas keep 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, little jewelry

Them Self Made niggas, Volume 3

That work get through like woo

Shorty got that Ric Flair pussy like woo!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Diddy]

Man these pussy 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

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 3: Rick Ross]

God's expensive, jacket ..

But they know I had crack a nigga

Shots fired dont ask a nigga

Next got killed by a rappin' nigga

.... I'm Michael Corleone

Scarface bitch got it goin' on

One time for all the feds watchin'

Get inside tips when your money long

Got big, my plans bigger

I'm a die tryna squeeze my damn trigger

Niggas hate when you touch that 50 m

Victory white, I got five of them

Pull up around the corner with shiny rims

Smiling like a nigga when he got a deal

Dying, always on my mind for real

Empire, always want a deal

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]

Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo

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' in there like soap

Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke

Where the money nigga

Cop 44 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

I like fast cars fast broads and my last car was like a Nascar

It go vroom vroom

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 represent rich nigga

Yellow diamonds like piss nigga

stones they glistening ....

[Hook]