Yung Berg - Drop it like it's hot (feat. lil wayne & loco) lyrics

[Intro: Ric Flair] It's so hard for me to sit back here, in this studio Looking at a guy out here hollering my name When last year I spent more money on spilt liquor In bars from one side of this world to the other, than you made You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (WOO!) Wheeling dealing, Limousine riding, Jet Flying, son of a gun [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] These p**y a** n***as Ain't bout that life, ain't bout that life (you ain't bout that life) x8 [Verse 1: Meek Mill] n***as wanna act loco? Who you with? numerous shots from the fo fo Young n***a in the low low Jumpin' out the thing with a little bad b**h like YOLO 44 on my hip line, this time ain't no joke In the hood where there ain't no hope Now everybody ridin' dirty like there ain't no soap Everybody get to rappin' when there ain't no coke Where the money n***a Cop 44 a bird where I live at Probably get the whole load if you get it back Fish scale when snapped rented rack Little n***a you ain't stuntin' give that rental back, oh I like fast cars, fast broads And my last car was like a Nascar it go vroom, vroom Then skrr, skrr before I blast off She go up and down like NASA Bike life on your b**h n***a Pop a wheelie all in that p**y she switchin' gears on this dick n***a Still young, reckless, and rich n***a, yellow diamonds like piss n***a Stones they glistening n***a, ya'll s**as don't do it like this n***a [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 2: French Montana] That n***a right there, that n***a right there Look at that n***a right there That b**h right there, that b**h right there Look at that b**h right there You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that That price tag you ain't bout that That b**h you love we popped that That sh** talk you ain't bout that Don't get caught in that traffic n***as ain't bout that action You can keep your chain My n***as don't want that plastic n***as talkin' bout they got mill n***as talkin' bout they got wheels n***as talkin bout they got sk** 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 a little j**elry Them Self Made n***as, Volume 3 That work get through like woo! Shorty got that Ric Flair p**y like woo [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 3: K Kutta] [?] Don't handle your business When the car pull up Ya'll n***as slippin', with the window rolled up That choppa with the whipper Ain't no God, ain't no priest Just your body, floating in blood exposed to the street I'm bout that life, I don't play no game That snitch sh** lame In the booth you know I'm flame Why the f** you in the game MMG, come and get that bang That Marley [?] MMG, cut that check Plus a rollie and a chain Ya'll n***as fake like [?] Roll the ghost, drop the top Bad b**h, s** the co*k In the crib or in the car p**y n***a hatin' cause I'm a star p**y n***a hatin' like he a star p**y n***a [?] like who ya are p**y [?] around my co*k [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 4: Torch] You ain't about that ye You ain't never seen a brick roll down a whole tray All I know is gunplay Hit my n***a gunplay anytime broad day I be stackin' that cash I be [?] ya'll stay I ain't even tryin' to aim everybody in that b**h Get that straight y'all can push that drop, I done whip [?] I can flip that molly you ain't seen anybody I ain't run my dough I ain't even seen a n***a who shot em in they own blood Had to wipe Mama tears She dreamin' I'm dead My n***as gettin' bread My n***as beat the feds Every night I send they a photo on my bed You ain't bout that life, that life Keep a hundred shots in that pipe 200 on my dash Thousand grams of that white Sky Dweller, my watch 2 kilos, my cuban Courtside like Mark cuban You gettin' money then prove it [Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana] [Verse 5: Iceberg] When they sit on sight and they sit on tight With n***as who snipe With a big ol' fire n***a sit on down, yous a goddamn joke Whatchu out there doin? You goin' get yourself hurt [?] These guns really shoot and these packs really move And I keep them m's, and ya'll n***as still playin' I'm tryin' to build my bread lil n***a I can't hear, lil n***a I k** for a grand What the f** is you saying I'm tryin' to shower my b**hes with black box Nino Brown [?] someone's baby momma f** n***a keep talkin' crazy I'mma buy your b**h and start claiming your daughter n***a All my whips are from across the border n***a If you a f** n***a i'll f**in' shoot a n***a When we pull up ho's get starstruck This live house MMG, I'mma teach you f** n***as to boss up [Verse 6: Diddy] Man these n***as ain't bout that life, naw And this sh** they talkin' I got that twice b**h I'm Diddy ho f** your advice I said b**h I'm Diddy ho f** your life Ho 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' n***as I heard you said some things You b**h n***as need love too I might take you under my wing [Verse 7: Rick Ross] Car expensive, jack a n***a What they know? I head crack a n***a Shots fired dont ask a n***a Gangsta got k**ed by a rappin' n***a I'm Michael Corleone Scarface b**h I got it goin' on One time for all the feds watchin' Get inside tips when your money long Got big, my plan bigger I'm a die tryna squeeze my damn trigger Think when you touch that 50 m Victory white, I got five of them Pull up on the corner with shinin' rims Smiling like a n***a when he got a deal Dying, always on my mind for real Empire, always what I want to build