Rick Ross - Bout That lyrics

[Intro: Kent Jones] Ayy, I just wanna thank God Ayy, for all the blessings Ayy Ayy, ayy [Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones] On my momma, on my hood (My hood) I get high, I look good (Look good) Throw your bag and I keep that b*tch full (b*tch full) All about mine and I got it out the mud 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) I'm 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that [Chorus: Kent Jones] 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) Came straight from the bottom, ni**a, we got that (Got that) We was hungry, now I watch all my ni**as count racks (Count racks) For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) I'm 'bout that I'm 'bout that 'Bout that, 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Yeah (Maybach Music) Livin' like a movie, Eddie Murphy checks (Uh) Holyfield crib, Eddie Murphy necks (Uh) Heavy diamonds on me and the turtle necks (Turtle necks) [?] 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 [?] the clubs to get in (Ooh) Call this [?] party until the [?] turn thе block to holy ground The choppas'll hold me down (Hold me down) Big boots, all whitе 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 ni**a, gon' get this crown (Gon' get this crown) Big [?], I pray this [?] now (Lord) Double R, the b*tches they get around (Ooh) Twenty cars/guard, them brothers we can't [?], sit down [Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones & Rick Ross] On my momma, on my hood (My hood, It's the Biggest) I get high, I look good (Look good, M-Maybach Music) Throw your bag and I keep that b*tch full (b*tch full) All about mine and I got it out the mud 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) I'm 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that [Chorus: Kent Jones] 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) Came straight from the bottom, ni**a, we got that (Got that) We was hungry, now I watch all my ni**as count racks (Count racks) For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) I'm 'bout that I'm 'bout that 'Bout that, 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that [Verse 2: Kent Jones] 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 fu*k, 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 [?] without rat Don't know where me and my ni**as would be without that [?] with my main, 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 ni**a would have the nerve to tell me, "Be humble" I'm 'bout my son and his kids, kids [?] his uncle [?] on my [?] and everything I love was part of the stressin' Had to do it again just in case they thought I was lucky From the bottom of the [?], and now we goin' global [Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones] On my momma, on my hood (My hood) I get high, I look good (Look good) Throw your bag and I keep that b*tch full (b*tch full) All about mine and I got it out the mud 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) I'm 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that [Chorus: Kent Jones] 'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) Came straight from the bottom, ni**a, we got that (Got that) We was hungry, now I watch all my ni**as count racks (Count racks) For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I'm 'bout that ('Bout that) I'm 'bout that I'm 'bout that 'Bout that, 'bout that b*tch, I'm 'bout that