Pierri Lamar - Bout Dat

Aye you just be rapping that money shit
But they know I really was bout that
I done be broke before too
But a hustler gone bounce back
Told G I’m going in on everything
Ain’t no sleeping til we pick up the sak
And fuck them bitches til we count up the money
Cause one of em always want something
Ain’t dropped in a lot of years
I was thuggin and you niggas still ain’t doing nothin
These niggas buying likes and I’m buying flights
So the ghetto can shine bright
I ain’t rich, this the good life
I’m independent, bitch I do what I want
I’m smoking big blunts up in Sony
Cause it ain’t feel like a home for me
I’m in a meeting thinking bout some pussy
Cause I’m just going to put up my own budget
I don’t see no competition the lane clear
Hit the gas on em and said fuck it
I’m the topic of discussion No rushing
I learnt it from counting all that quick cash
I just jumped straight out a big bag
And I just seen G in a new Benz
He said he found him some blue friends
And she know I play in the deep end
And you couldn’t even walk a day in my shoes
Cause that’s like the dog barking at the moon
Can feel the vibe when I come in the room
My album drop, it's gone be a kaboom
I took the long road just to stay away from the fake shit on it
Quit talking You know you ain’t bout that Shut up
I’m trying to go where her mouth at Uhhh
I got a gangster bitch with me now
With the Glock and I know she bout that
Quit talking You know you ain’t bout that Shut up
I’m trying to go where her mouth at Uhhh
I got a gangster bitch with me now
With the Glock and I know she bout that
I came from getting it, flipping it, pitching it
Fourth grade had a Glock in my britches
I been itching just to get this shit off
Ain’t no ticking when I look at the watch
You talking fourteen for a bow
Ion do that, I make it off a O
I caught a charge handling the snow
I bought the charge for I went to court
Stop all that capping like you don't know
I’m in your hood shoveling the snow
I got a real West Coast connect
She check the mail, we don't ever text
I took the money and turnt it into a business
You be rapping how I really be living
I just motivate the hustlers to get it
That ain’t right then we count it again
I took a bar and woke up with some twins
All cash left the lot in a Benz
I want some money, I don't need a friend
Didn't even touch the shit and made ten
I fuck with killers and made men
That stay in the hole like Cavemen
This shit way hotter than Cajun
I had the plate with the razor
We living faster than racing Impatiently waiting
I Rocked up my wrist like a glacier
Five rings like I play for the Lakers
I used to save the crumbs for the basers
I used to take the shit from the takers
I used to break the bread with the bakers
Meridian Community College
We had the whole dorm on lock
I brought the real Gs to the spot
Tommy might kill a nigga if he talk
Me and Mac fucking bitches together
Skip class just to get to the cheddar
If this a game, I done beat every level
She call me daddy cuz I beat it better
Fuck her long on the tip of the dresser
Glide move like a nigga was Drexler
Quit talking You know you ain’t bout that Shut up
I’m trying to go where her mouth at Uhhh
I got a gangster bitch with me now
With the Glock and I know she bout that
Quit talking You know you ain’t bout that Shut up
I’m trying to go where her mouth at Uhhh
I got a gangster bitch with me now
With the Glock and I know she bout that

Written by:
Pierri Young

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