Bout That Lyrics

Success, that's what it feel like
Money, that's what it look like
You can't imagine this shit
You confined to this
You're not built like this
Wiz Khalifa (yea)
DJ Holiday (yea)
(Yea yea yea yea) Yea
It's that Taylor Gang shit
It's that commission shit
(Yea yea yea yea yea)
Ye ain't bout that life nigga
I'm all about the money
Yea uh

Standin' on the couches blowin' on some ounces
Shit from out the country can't even pronounce it
Another 100k I got that all from tourin'
Throw it in the air just to let em know im ballin'
Get the hotel treat it like its residential
Classic with no diamonds in my presidential
Take a look at me and you can tell I'm paid
Makin all these faces no Stevie J
Smokin weed, my hoodie and my leather on
I got a mill just need some shit to bet it on
I got some tree to smoke so they gone let us burn
The waitress bringin bottles I'm just yellin church
Standin' on the couches blowin' on some grass
These niggas talkin' shit but hate will never last
Look at my section vip we showin class
Kush in every joint Pierre Jouet in every glass

You know I'm about that shit
Niggas hatin every day that's why they doubt that shit
If we smokin need a ounce of that shit
And I never ever leave the crib without that shit

You know I'm about that shit
Niggas hatin every day thats why they doubt that shit
If we smokin need a ounce of that shit
And I never ever leave the crib without that shit

You know I'm about that
Ain't never worried bout fallin off cuz I'mma bounce back
Uh, where yo ounce at?
You talkin bout yo fuckin car but where house at?
Yea, im gettin cheese thoe
Walk up in the club they treat me like I'm nino
Uh, sippin moet
Got a couple cars that I ain't even drove yet
Yea, where's the champaign?
Told my jeweler put some diamonds in my damn ring
Club lookin dry make it rain for em
Face another drink call that a brainstorm
Tatted from my feet up, vip we meet up
Gotta pour some liquor, gotta roll some weed up
Then feel are face we get are plates and eat up
Keep bringin ace this ain't a race but if it was we'd be first place

You know I'm about that shit
Niggas hatin every day that's why they doubt that shit
If we smokin need a ounce of that shit
And I never ever leave the crib without that shit

You know I'm about that shit
Niggas hatin every day that's why they doubt that shit
If we smokin need a ounce of that shit
And I never ever leave the crib without that shit

Yea, make sure you get your tickets
To the 2050 tour
Come get your lungs right
Leave that booth weed at the crib
Real shit, it's the hardest rap tour since Jay Z and them niggas was on the road
In the hard not life and shit like that
Shout out to all the fans man
Everybody know all the murks
Making sure they front row at the show, I'll see yall
Make sure you pick up ONIFC too man
December 4th, we ain't gon let yall down
Got exactly what you been waiting for
Smoking the biggest cookie joint I ever had in my life
But that's for me and you to know
It's Cabin Fever 2
Taylor Gang or die
Shout out to them Taylors man, them real Taylors
Some are foreign