Yeah, gang, ayy We in the stu' bruh Working on Dying, OX Gang, you feel me (I'm workin' on dyin') Gang, gang, yeah You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life You ain't rollin' dice, you ain't got no ice You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life You ain't rollin' dice, you ain't got no ice Take yo' love for ransom And I'm sippin' Fanta Boutta get a platinum Yo' girl say I'm handsome I'm a god damn bandit Drop it, like it's Madden And you know we stackin' But we never lackin' I'ma stack up to the top Stack it up 'til it drop Watch out before you get chopped And you know I got that guap Gotta keep it on my side Haters talkin', they get rocked All my homies got the Glock Mess with me, you might get shot All of my homies, they killers So you better just chill before they make your blood spill I swear to God, I'll make a mil' Stayin' humble, stayin' chill 'Cause you know we keep it real I don't care how you feel Only worry 'bout the bills Cheddar on me, like a mil' Damn, I gotta keep it trill, uh, yeah They was talkin' that smack So I pushed it to the back Diamonds hangin' from my neck Mess around, you might be wrapped I got so much damn respect When I'm out hittin' licks I will stack up 'til I'm rich Cause I gotta keep it lit I'ma make it out the trap Workin' hard, never slack Gotta make it to the racks No, I can't find a back But I'll make it to the front Diamonds on me, I'ma stunt Gold chain, big bucks And my gang finna run You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life You ain't rollin' dice, you ain't got no ice You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't 'bout that life You ain't rollin' dice, you ain't got no ice Pour lean in his place Sippin' lemonade All your diamonds fake Pull up at his face I'ma run it up He gon' run away He must know my name I don't play no games My homies insane And we can't be tamed Chillin' with yo' main We gon' make it rain We gon' let it bling I don't what they say, yeah I got so much guap, yeah I got so much paper