I'm Bout It

(专辑： Major Without A Deal - 2015)

[Verse 1 Troy Ave]
I know it's been a while since you heard it like this
The boy can't miss, Rolex on the wrist
Bezel on [?], '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 saying this and that
No clothes in facts, everybody's in the trap
But they ain't never sold no drugs, 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 to 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 nigga 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 topping 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, parking on the curb
Hoes want to floss out a coupe wit' a bird
Call that the Porsche power, meeting every word
I do this, might change my name to Brutus
Cut down the beef, now the money flow fluid

[Hook Troy Ave:]
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 shit
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'

[Verse 2 Fat Joe]
We made it, yeah, motherfuckers, we made it
I can't believe this shit
A hundred on the wrist, two hundred on the neck
Yo, five on the whip, three milli up in escrow.
I been flipping bricks since Nas was called Esco
All eyes on me like a nigga on Death Row
Out of range shots in niggas, the broads stepping on drape
Then the [?] popped the Cs from Lebanon
Joe been a don, shit is realer than you think
Still ain't seen a nigga dive in a pool in a mink
Fuck you done to that shit? That ain't really chinchilla
This is Joey Crack shit, ain't a nigga been realer?
And I'm 'bout it, 'bout it everyday, three burners
Dare touch the powder, or you gon' see murder
Ever had a bitch busting off from giving head?
Woke up in the Ritz, ten bitches in the bed
Niggas rocking Jordans, but you ain't never meet the brother
You ain't that important, shit, Oscar got his beeper
American cartel, never leave a witness
Everything must go like you're going out of business
Trips to Dubai, bedrooms on the first class
Showers in the sky, reminiscening on my first pet
Far as projects, trying to get it all off
You can get it hard white, or you can get it all soft, it's cold

[Hook Troy Ave:]
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 shit
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'