Kent Jones – “Bout That” (ft. Rick Ross) [Audio, Lyrics]

Kent Jones shares a self-produced piece with Rick Ross, titled “Bout that”. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Kent Jones Bout That

With their new single “Bout That”, Kent Jones and Rick Ross bask in their bossed-up lifestyles as Jones reflects on his journey from rags to riches. The song was released on all streaming platforms just a few days ago and was produced by Jones himself. On the track, Jones and Rozay detail what it was like to start from the bottom, opening with an interpolation of lyrics from Charlie Boy’s “I Look Good”.

“On my momma, on my hood/I get high, I look good,” Jones says. “Throw your bag and I keep that b*tch full/All about mine and I got it out the mud/’Cause I’m bout that.”

Following Rozay’s prideful ode to his life of luxury, Jones salutes the time it took to get there, underscoring exactly how far he’s come since he first started out. “I remember all them days we couldn’t eat proper,” Jones says. “Ramen noodles on the stove, now we eatin’ pasta/Never hate on nobody, but don’t wait on nobody/Firecrackers, I don’t give a f*ck, we in the streets poppin’.”

“Bout That” is a catchy track with bounce to it, laced with equal-parts pride and gratitude. The single is an upbeat addition to the two artists’ respective collections of singles and collaborations released just this year, and will likely garner traction in similar fashion.

Kent Jones – Bout that (ft. Rick Ross) (prod. Kent Jones)

Lyrics

[Intro: Kent Jones]
Ayy, I just wanna thank God
Ayy, for all the blessings
Ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones]
On my momma, on my hood (My hood)
I get high, I look good (Look good)
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Chorus: Kent Jones]
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (Got that)
We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (Count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
‘Bout that, ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yeah (Maybach Music)
Livin’ like a movie, Eddie Murphy checks (Uh)
Holyfield crib, Eddie Murphy necks (Uh)
Heavy diamonds on me and the turtle necks (Turtle necks)
[?] murders that’s dodgin’ and robbin’, givin’, it’s time that we start to live it (Uh)
Couple bottles and got us a pot to piss in (Yeah)
Couple models and [?] the clubs to get in (Ooh)
Call this [?] party until the [?] turn thе block to holy ground
The choppas’ll hold me down (Hold me down)
Big boots, all whitе like Bobby Brown (Grr)
Big smoke, they smell it from out in Bronx
West Coast, they mail it all by the pounds (The biggest)
Kent Jones, my nigga, gon’ get this crown (Gon’ get this crown)
Big [?], I pray this [?] now (Lord)
Double R, the bitches they get around (Ooh)
Twenty cars/guard, them brothers we can’t [?], sit down

[Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones & Rick Ross]
On my momma, on my hood (My hood, It’s the Biggest)
I get high, I look good (Look good, M-Maybach Music)
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Chorus: Kent Jones]
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (Got that)
We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (Count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
‘Bout that, ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Verse 2: Kent Jones]
I remember all them days we couldn’t eat proper (Eat proper)
Ramen noodles on the stove, now we eatin’ pasta (Eatin’ pasta)
Never hate on nobody, but don’t wait on nobody
Firecrackers, I don’t give a fuck, we in the streets poppin’ (Streets poppin’)
We ’bout that
Everybody gon’ take an M, I don’t count that (Yeah)
Write a blank reality check, and watch it bounce back (Yeah)
We was [?] without rat
Don’t know where me and my niggas would be without that
[?] with my main, ain’t gotta work no more
Couple M’s with no degree, got my diploma
It broke my heart when I was on my dick, on couches at home
I wish a nigga would have the nerve to tell me, “Be humble”
I’m ’bout my son and his kids, kids [?] his uncle
[?] on my [?] and everything I love was part of the stressin’
Had to do it again just in case they thought I was lucky
From the bottom of the [?], and now we goin’ global

[Pre-Chorus: Kent Jones]
On my momma, on my hood (My hood)
I get high, I look good (Look good)
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (Bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that

[Chorus: Kent Jones]
‘Cause I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (Got that)
We was hungry, now I watch all my niggas count racks (Count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, I’m ’bout that (‘Bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
‘Bout that, ’bout that
Bitch, I’m ’bout that