Seven ten top back Talking dough, yeah I'm 'bout that, yeah Talking hoes, yeah I'm 'bout that, yeah Girl you know that I'm 'bout that, yeah Quit playing baby, stop that Girl you know that I'm 'bout that, yeah Getting dough, yeah I'm 'bout that, yeah Niggas know that I'm about that, yeah Bitch I'm bout it (bitch I'm bout it) Ru-ru-run it everday I been making plays Tryna bring some money round my way Bitch I'm bout (bitch I'm bout it) Mob-Mobbin' on the low, I been selling dope Tryna make some money for my folks Bitch I'm bout it [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] My bands up, my plans up Momma' young boy don' manned up These days I'm feeling like the man now But we still getting shot with our hands up Run up on the squad get fanned down Fuck you wanna ball it's just a man down 'Member all the days that we ran wild Now I'm making ten racks off a pay pal Got my faith in God but I'm hell bound So I'm weighing hard on the scale now Just caught a charge post bail now Back on the block making them sales now Bust a bale down pack for pack Get money yeah I'm bout that, yeah Young nigga move weight on the block got my stock going up like a NASDAQ yeah 'Member days we didn't had that, yeah Now I pull up in the 6 Didn't come with no hoe but gon leave with yo' bitch Ain't come with my bro but I came with these clips Cause niggas always wanna trip but the whole city know me (How he scooped you up on High??) young nigga quick to rob that was on the north side but a nigga reside on the east side of Long Beach [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Life has its ups and downs Fly so high you touch the ground Do’s and dont’s the rights and wrongs Just sing yo songs and dance around Their hands around the necks of us Devoid of all respect and trust I'm tryna change my stomping grounds It seems I'm acting funny now Guess I'm not strong enough Can't quit my cash not long enough I long for slow life the grass and porch lights You know good ole' suburbia I love it when they ain't heard of us I love it when they sing word for word I might've thrown it all away So I don't wanna talk today No I don't want no Grammy plaques I just want my grandaddy back Ridin' in his Cadillac, like 'can I stay from school today?' Lesson learned you crash and burn Then hopefully they patch you up Life is fast as lightning bolts Live and learn to laugh it up [transcribing]
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