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Featuring(s) : Rick Ross

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[Kent Jones]
Ayy, I just wanna thank God
Ayy, for all the blessings
Ayy
Ayy, ayy

[ 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 bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that)
I'm 'bout that
Bitch, I'm 'bout that
Bitch, I'm 'bout that

[Kent Jones]
'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (Got that)
We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas 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
Bitch, I'm 'bout that

[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)
Tyler Perry cast 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 all of the clubs to gеt in (Ooh)
Call this nerve, let's party until thе ceiling turn the block to holy ground
The choppas'll hold me down (Hold me down)
Big boots, all white 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 nigga, gon' get this crown (Gon' get this crown)
Big combs, I pray that you're billing now (Lord)
Double R, the bitches they get around (Ooh)
Twenty cars, them brothers we cannot, sit down

[ 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 bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
'Cause I'm 'bout that ('Bout that)
I'm 'bout that
Bitch, I'm 'bout that
Bitch, I'm 'bout that

[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 fuck, 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 struggling, hungry, living without rent
Don't know where me and my niggas would be without that
Plan is to blow with my man, 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 nigga would have the nerve to tell me, "Be humble"
I'm 'bout my son and his kids, kids don't got his uncle
Oh, my momma and everything I love was part of the struggle
Had to do it again just in case they thought I was lucky
From the bottom of the top, and now we goin' global

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