文本歌词

I'm Bout It (Explicit) - Troy Ave/Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
I know it's been a while since you heard it like this
The boy can't miss rolex on the wrist
Bezel on bread 'bout time the real returned we still exist
Now you wear those return it when you was at risk
Tight jeans for boys wasn't popular
Unless you was in the boy's man stop it bruh
Too much fashion rats sayin' this and that
No clothes in facts everybody's in the trap
But they ain't never sold no *** for really though
Cause they was dead broke in they first video
Youtube don't lie sort it like numbers
I been getting money for the past eight summers
Bought a benz all cash ho picked up a hummer
And think we wasn't even twenty-oner
That's not a word now you know how I feel when these absurd
Rappers talk about things that never occurred
Damn it the nerve you ain't never brandished a bird
Or guns on your enemies and gave them what they deserve
Let a ni**a try me they die b
Ain't nothing sweet I be on it like diabetes
Giving shots was giving props
Sometimes I had to take them in the form of blocks
Properly buy and sell like monopoly
No top hat top back and she toppin' me
She being a vixen all-star attender
Cake like my birthday that's in November
23 I'm a sage I'm a swerve
Whole lot of horsepower parkin' on the curb
Hoes want to floss out a coupe wit' a bird
Call that the porsche power meetin' every word
I do this might change my name to Brutus
Cut down the beef now the money flow fluid
Bunch of louis luggage still your boy never trip
Getting chips so it's only right I come through all dripped
Oppies get the lip and get to hold entire clip
Don't start nothing and it won't be no sh*t
I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it and I have no limit when I give it like 'uhh'
We made yeah motherf**kers we made
I can't believe this sh*t
A hundred on the wrist two hundred on the neck
Yo five on the whip three mill I up in escrow
I been flippin' bricks nas was called esco
Let's go on me like a ni**a on death row
Out of range shots in niggas the broads steppin' on drape
Then the popped the cs from lebanon
Joe been a don sh*t is realer than you think
Still ain't seen a ni**a dive in a pool in a mink
F**k you done to that sh*t that ain't really chinchilla
This is joey crack sh*t ain't a ni**a been realer
And I'm 'bout it 'bout it everyday three burners
Dare touch the powder or you gon' see murder
Ever had a b**ch bustin' off from giving head
Woke up in the ritz ten b**ches in the bed
Niggas rockin' jordans but you ain't never meet the brother
You ain't that important sh*t oscar got his beeper
American cartel never leave a witness
Everythin' must go like you're goin' out of business
Trips to dubai bedrooms on the first class
Showers in the sky reminiscenin' on my first pet
Far as projects tryin' to get it all off
You get it white you get it soft it's cold
Bunch of louis luggage still your boy never trip
Getting chips so it's only right come all dripped
Oppies get the lip and get to hold entire clip
Don't start nothing and it won't be no sh*t
I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it and I have no limit when I give it like 'uhh'