Intro:
Flocka Al:
Throw those mother fuckin crowns up
DVN bitches
Dirty Ville Nation, we unstoppable
Wooo!
Matty Means:
Wooo, yeah baby, Matty
You know I'm out here gettin' it
You know I don't wait, I grind, I go get it
I'm bout mine, throw up them crowns
Chorus:
Hustle like I'm poor as fuck, party like my last
Move quicker than haters, move an eyelash (zoom)
Then I lash, come back, shake you like a fine ass
Never waste a moment, never watch time past (never)
Ima bout mine, Ima bout mine
Workin so hard, think it's bout damn time (x2)
Verse 1:
Hello it's Matty, rollin them fatty's (roll up)
Cruisin' greens like I am caddy (vroom)
Father of bud, call me puff daddy
Ya know we on the loud and there so damn chatty (blah, blah)
Stoppin my shine, you wanna bet (wanna)
O seven superbowl, an upset
Gaining rep, muscular endurance
Anabolic steroids, enhanced performance (grr)
Swimmin in money, don't drown
Cash talks in my vault, safe and sound (cha-ching)
Playin with dough, like a bakery
Should be on a bill, made for me
Always on point, like I'm a needle (sharp)
Don't need to golf, for a free hole
No dictionary but got definition
Nineteen years old, still mint condition (prime)
Cyeah, bout mine (bout it)
Cyeah, bout time (bout it)
What was dark, now shines
Out ball park, you, foul lines (foul)
Master with paper, like origami
They're all on my wave, made it tsunami (splash)
Flood the nation with waves of hope
Hero to the game, sidekicks my bros
Chorus:
Hustle like I'm poor as fuck, party like my last
Move quicker than haters, move an eyelash (zoom)
Then I lash, come back, shake you like a fine ass
Never waste a moment, never watch time past (never)
Ima bout mine, Ima bout mine
Workin so hard, think it's bout damn time (x2)
Verse 2:
I think it's it bout time, been thinkin bout rhymes
Bout dimes, bout mine, bout flyin, bout wylin
Ooh wylin out, got bars and you lyin bout (lame)
Been in the game while you're tryin out (ha)
Falcons Super Bowl, then I'm flyin out (soar)
Matty Means, the world cryin out (Matty)
Cause you're bullshit is dyin out (dead)
Killin the killer, ill but I'm iller
Started with nothin, get big as a pillar
Vocals that me, edit that's me
Lyrics that's me, credit the beat
Up these late nights mixin and matchin words sequentially
Then in the shine I will grind, so that one day eventually
People in country will recognize me than just in my city
Recognize I'm witty, I'm high grade they midis
Bout yours, you kiddin
Bout mine, livin to win it
Plan since the start, first place is the finish
Like getting herpes, I'll never diminish
Chorus:
Hustle like I'm poor as fuck, party like my last
Move quicker than haters, move an eyelash (zoom)
Then I lash, come back, shake you like a fine ass
Never waste a moment, never watch time past (never)
Ima bout mine, Ima bout mine
Workin so hard, think it's bout damn time (x2)
Outro:
Flocka Al:
So the prophecy slowly starts to unfold
Matty Means and the team conquest to the throne
Out there gettin it, no wishin, no prayers, just grindin
Dirty ville nation, we bout it
Flocka Al knightin' the one and only Matty Means
The King! Woo!
