Beanie Sigel Bout That Lyrics

[unknown singer or sample:]
How does it feel (MAC) bein next to you

[Beanie Sigel:]
I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey
I think they like Sig', in them white tees
Them SB jeans, sneaks is me
Burnt green with the camouflage print
Fake w______ wanna know what's the damage I spent
On that new V-Twizzy, grown man with no fence
Roughly the cost about three bricks off
Cooked up then bagged in trays - have a nice day!
I'm in my bag and I'm havin it my way
Sick of the floss, sick of cars, you n____z car-sick
Sick of seein Sig' in them large whips
No plates and offended, temp plates in the window
Oh my God! If you could see the garage I back intah
n____z grind all summer then be crack in the wintah
I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in yah
YESSSS~! It's always Mac, n____ the top spender
Just check your boy out in all his splendor
How I grind in the winter, cop up in the spring
Wait for the summer to show off my new things
And in the fall, I do just that - I fall back!
And listen to the rumors on how I'm all that
You see this s___? Boy I copped all that!
Yes, I can cover the bet, as you should
However do you want it just drop it's all good

[Chorus:]
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Beans says if you 'bout that s___ then let me know
If you 'bout that s___ then let me know
If you 'bout that s___ then let me know
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Baby girl if you 'bout that s___ then let me know
If you 'bout that s___ then let me know
If you 'bout that s___ then let me know

[Beanie Sigel:]
I SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS DUDE~!
I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube
Your boy, let off shots from that newest tool
Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise
I'm rich boy, ahh looka here
Blow up icey and rich but your jewels ain't lookin clear
I show you lil' dudes how to cook a square
And how to grind it to the limit when you push it yeah
You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out
You ain't got no b____es now bring them broads out
We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out
Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out
Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out
Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out
Bring the old school six-fours out
'Til the four doors out, Cool & Dre, bring the chorus out

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel:]
Uhh, however do you want it b____ I ain't stutter
You f___in with that dude, man I lay 'em gutted
That n____ 'dere pop
And I done lost more work in a pot than y'all ever copped
Right cat, wrong litter box
And I don't window shop, and I don't lease I just pick and cop
I got the t__le to the s___ I got
You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock
I put you n____z in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc
n____z claim they ballin but can't hit the shot
Yeah I'm flagrant, this ain't your game kid
Stay in your lane or get your s___ blocked, how you want it?

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel:]
However do you [x2]
Gangsters, pop that s___, and let me know, uhh...