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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

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