Fat Joe - I'm 'Bout It lyrics

[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 wrist, '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 raps sayin' this and that No clothes in facts, everybody's in the trap But they ain't never sold no d**, for really though Cause they was dead broke in they first video YouTube don't lie, sort it like numbers I been gettin' 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 n***a try me, they die, B Ain't nothin' sweet, I be on it like diabetes Givin' shots, (-) was givin' props Sometimes I had to take them in the form of blocks Property, buy and sell like Monopoly No top hat, top back and she toppin' me She bein' a vixen, all-star attender Cake like my birthday, that's in November 23rd, I'm a Sag, 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, mean 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 Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all dripped Opposites get the lip and get to hold entire clip Don't start nothin' and it won't be no sh** 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, motherf**ers, we made it I can't believe this sh** A hundred on the wrist, two hundred on the neck Yo, five on the whip, three milli up in Escrow I been flippin' bricks since Nas was called Esco All eyes on me like a n***a on d**h Row Out of range shots in n***as, the broads steppin' on drape Then the (-) popped the Cs from Lebanon Joe been a don, sh** is realer than you think Still ain't seen a n***a dive in a pool in a mink f** you done to that sh**? That ain't really chinchilla This is Joey Crack sh**, ain't a n***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**h bustin' off from givin' head? Woke up in the Ritz, ten b**hes in the bed n***as rockin' Jordans, but you ain't never meet the brother You ain't that important, sh**, I still got his beeper number American cartel, never leave a witness Everythin' must go like you're goin' out of business Trips to Dubai, bedrooms on the first cla** Showers in the sky, reminiscenin' on my first pack Far as projects, tryin' to get it all off You can get it hard white, or you can get it all soft, it's coke [Hook]