Bout That Lyrics – Kent Jones ft. Rick Ross

Bout That song Details:

Song Name: Bout That
Singer: Kent Jones, Rick Ross
Composer: Kent Jones
Lyrics by: Kent Jones, Rick Ross

Bout That song Lyrics

Ayye, I just wanna thank god
Ayye, for all the blessings
Ayye
Ayye, ayye

On my momma, on my hood (my hood)
I get high, I look good (look good)
Throw your bag
And I keep that bi^^h full (bi^^h full)
All about mine & I got it out the mud
‘cuz I am ’bout that (’bout that)
I am ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that

‘cuz I am ’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
For this life we live, on my momma
Yeahh, I am ’bout that (’bout that)
I am ’bout that
I am ’bout that
’bout that, ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that

Yeahh! Maybach music!
Livin’ like a movie, eddie murphy checks (uhh)
Holyfield crib, eddie murphy necks (uhh)
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 (uhh)
Couple bottles & got us a pot too piss in (yeahh)
Couple models and .. The clubs too get in (ooh)
Call this .. Party until the .. Turn
Thе block too 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 bi^^hes they get around (ooh)
Twenty cars/guard, them brothers we can’t .., sit down

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 & I keep that bi^^h full (bi^^h full)
All about mine & I got it out the mud
‘cuz I am ’bout that (’bout that)
I am ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that

‘cuz I am ’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
Yeahh, I am ’bout that (’bout that)
I am ’bout that
I am ’bout that
’bout that, ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that

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 f^^k
We in the streets poppin’ (streets poppin’)
We ’bout that
Everybody gon’ take an m, I don’t count that (yeahh)
Write a blank reality check
And watch it bounce back (yehah)
We was .. Without rat
Don’t know where me & 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 d^^k, on couches at home
I wish a ni*ga would have the nerve to tell me, “Be humble”
I am ’bout my son and his kids, kids .. His uncle
.. On my .. And everything I love was part of the stressin’
Had too do it again just in case they thought I was lucky
From the bottom of the .., and now we goin’ global

On my momma, on my hood (my hood)
I get high, I look good (look good)
Throw your bag & I keep that bi^^h full (bi^^h full)
All about mine & I got it out the mud
‘cuz I am ’bout that (’bout that)
I am ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that

‘cuz I am ’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
Yeahh, I am ’bout that (’bout that)
I am ’bout that
I am ’bout that
’bout that, ’bout that
Bi^^h, I am ’bout that