Birdman, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe - About All That lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Birdman, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe - About All That lyrics]
Young desperado, straight out the grotto
I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga, but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How
The fuck would I know?
Nigga, I've been getting my share
In like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets check my bio
I started high with two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away, like "Later dudes"
Never get caught, baby
I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped, I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog no Asian food
I wet up the party, so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
Keep talking that shit that you talking
And we gone have to get
Into some gangsta shit
My nigga keep talking that
Shit that you talking
And we gone have to get
Into some gangsta shit
My nigga cause you ain't really
Even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't you forget i know ya
You ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that fall back
Niggas must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky, splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothing to Crack
Lay the murder game down
Back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got your back
Whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga them muhfuckas is broke
Like them levees
And we done sold so much dope
Ain't shit you tell me
Nigga how you want it huh coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you running naked
Like in Old School
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it
And you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal army
And I'm a rider homie
And you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get your shirt
Picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these niggas wanting war but
They runnin' from me crack!
I had 'em as lil' niggas
Raised 'em 'round real niggas
Poppin' bottles fuckin' with
Them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceiling
Me and my young nigga chilling
I'm in the streets, hustling
Getting money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga
Got some new tools
Nigga got some more jewels
We was getting money
And ain't nothing ever changed
Still doing the thang
Still getting money, still spending change
We hustling from Sunday to Sunday
And we grinding everyday like
The money ain't coming
Nigga yeah we riding woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer
Cold case for that thing
I hate the law for what they done
Did they broke in niggas cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em Idda
Split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down, Uptown
I'mma do my thang believe that
I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow
Little nigga, but see me as a fuckin' rhino
Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How
The fuck would I know?
Nigga, I've been getting my share
In like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets check my bio
I started high with two O's just like Ohio
I'm fuckin' nuts cashews
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away, like "Later dudes"
Never get caught, baby
I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped, I made it move
Respect me nigga I'm a dog no Asian food
I wet up the party, so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga
Keep talking that shit that you talking
And we gone have to get
Into some gangsta shit
My nigga keep talking that
Shit that you talking
And we gone have to get
Into some gangsta shit
My nigga cause you ain't really
Even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don't you forget i know ya
You ain't 'bout all that
You ain't never been about all that fall back
Niggas must want Joey to lean on 'em
Flash the binky, splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothing to Crack
Lay the murder game down
Back to hustlin' packs
Yeah Weezy homie's got your back
Whether raps or macks
Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT!
Nigga them muhfuckas is broke
Like them levees
And we done sold so much dope
Ain't shit you tell me
Nigga how you want it huh coke or dog food?
My shit'll have you running naked
Like in Old School
And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it
And you ain't ridin' on me
Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal army
And I'm a rider homie
And you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get your shirt
Picture ironed on it
This shit is funny to me
All these niggas wanting war but
They runnin' from me crack!
I had 'em as lil' niggas
Raised 'em 'round real niggas
Poppin' bottles fuckin' with
Them bitches nigga
Made money to the ceiling
Me and my young nigga chilling
I'm in the streets, hustling
Getting money nigga
Changed all my new shoes nigga
Got some new tools
Nigga got some more jewels
We was getting money
And ain't nothing ever changed
Still doing the thang
Still getting money, still spending change
We hustling from Sunday to Sunday
And we grinding everyday like
The money ain't coming
Nigga yeah we riding woodgrains and minks
Got the dope in the Hummer
Cold case for that thing
I hate the law for what they done
Did they broke in niggas cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em Idda
Split they fuckin' wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down, Uptown
I'mma do my thang believe that