Bout That Sacc - Bobby Shmurda

Okay

Ahh ahh, ahh

Ahh, ahh

Ahh ahh, ahh

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (brrrr)

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (and that’s a fact)

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon', brrrr)

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga (count that,

count that)

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (brrrrr)

730 loco nigga, I stay with a sack (730)

Ask my nigga Loco, he gon' tell my nigga facts (my nigga)

Fuckin' with my locosm you gon' get yo' ass clapped (you gon')

Get that nigga trynna rob me, plantin' hollows in his back (b-b-b-boom)

Ask me why I does this, bitch I does this for the trap (trap trap)

Ask me why I does this, 'cause them niggas don’t know how to trap (trap trap)

They don’t know how to represent, they ain’t not down (they ain’t not down)

And I be on the front street, I don’t know how to act

And my pistol talkin' as I put that pistol on my back (b-b-b, b-b-b-boom)

Nigga fuckin' with my cash, I leave that nigga in the-bow

Cops and shmurdas on my ave, I put six shmurdas on yo' ass

Tellin' shorty

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (ahh ahh ahh)

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (and that’s a fact)

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon')

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga (count that,

count that)

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (brrrrr)

Now I’m outchyea flexin' nigga, man Chewy chew (blood)

The family doesn’t know I had to bring the through (flex, flex)

All my niggas trappin', bitch that’s not a question (trappin', gone)

GS9 my squad, don’t ask me what I’m reppin' (squad)

Hope you know you fukin' with the Gun Squad

Smith & Wesson, conceilin' the weapon, we on guard (boom), guard

Surrounded by killers, and most of them felons (most of them felons)

Them niggas, they snitchin', they talkin', they tellin' (it's crazy)

I roll with them that really will shot ya'

In love with this money, in love with this money, get down with the movement

(cash)

I look at these dummies, they ain’t gettin' money, the fuck is they doin'?

(fuck is you doin'?)

That bitch is a thot, so nine of my niggas’ll run through her coochie (rra)

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (ahh ahh ahh)

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (and that’s a fact)

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon')

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga (count that,

count that)

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (brrrrr)

I call up Bobby Savage, tell that nigga, «Bring some lean» (lean)

I call up Richie P and tell that nigga, «Bring some beans» (beans)

I’m grippin' on that thang, and it got about 16 (b-boom)

And if you try to front on me I’mma shoot you out ya' jeans (boom)

Y’all nigggas be playin', them niggas ain’t sprayin', them niggas be bluffin'

(bluffin')

My niggas is with it, my niggas run down, my niggas say nothin' (nothin')

Hell no, I ain’t frontin', if you trynna run down them niggas we dumpin'

(b-boom)

Might see him today, tomorrow he gone, my niggas, they slumped him (boom)

Call Tone on the phone, that nigga pull up, then nigga we gone (aaahhh)

That bitch, money, be callin' so word to the set, I ain’t dyin' alone (dyin'

alone)

On Smooth and Kane and word to the set, I’m dyin' the stone (dyin' the stone)

On Smooth and Kane and word to the set, I’m dyin' the stone

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (ahh ahh ahh)

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (and that’s a fact)

Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don’t know how to act (we don’t know how to act)

All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon')

Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash nigga (count that,

count that)

I’m 'bout that sack nigga, and that’s a fact (brrrrr)