Ayye, I just wanna thank godAyye, for all the blessingsAyyeAyye, ayyeOn my momma, on my hood (my hood)I get high, I look good (look good)Throw your bagAnd 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 thatBi^^h, I am ’bout thatBi^^h, I am ’bout that‘cuz I am ’bout that (’bout that)Came straight from the bottomNi^^a, we got that (got that)We was hungryNow I watch all my ni^^as count racksFor this life we live, on my mommaYeahh, I am ’bout that (’bout that)I am ’bout thatI am ’bout that’bout that, ’bout thatBi^^h, I am ’bout thatYeahh! 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 .. TurnThе block too holy groundThe choppas’ll hold me down (hold me down)Big boots, all whitе like bobby brown (grr)Big smoke, they smell it from out in bronxWest 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 downOn 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 thatBi^^h, I am ’bout thatBi^^h, I am ’bout that
‘cuz I am ’bout that (’bout that)Came straight from the bottomNi^^a, we got that (got that)We was hungryNow I watch all my ni^^as count racks (count racks)For this life we live, on my mommaYeahh, I am ’bout that (’bout that)I am ’bout thatI am ’bout that’bout that, ’bout thatBi^^h, I am ’bout thatI remember all them daysWe couldn’t eat proper (eat proper)Ramen noodles on the stoveNow we eatin’ pasta (eatin’ pasta)Never hate on nobody, but don’t wait on nobodyFirecrackers, I don’t give a f^^kWe in the streets poppin’ (streets poppin’)We ’bout thatEverybody gon’ take an m, I don’t count that (yeahh)Write a blank reality checkAnd watch it bounce back (yehah)We was .. Without ratDon’t know where me & my ni^^as would be without that.. With my main, ain’t gotta work no moreCouple m’s with no degree, got my diplomaIt broke my heart when I was on my d^^k, on couches at homeI 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 luckyFrom the bottom of the .., and now we goin’ globalOn 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 thatBi^^h, I am ’bout thatBi^^h, I am ’bout that‘cuz I am ’bout that (’bout that)Came straight from the bottomNi^^a, we got that (got that)We was hungryNow I watch all my ni^^as count racks (count racks)For this life we live, on my mommaYeahh, I am ’bout that (’bout that)I am ’bout thatI am ’bout that’bout that, ’bout thatBi^^h, I am ’bout that