Beanie Sigel - Bout That lyrics

[unknown singer or sample] How does it feel (MAC) bein next to you I wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know [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 Willies 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***as 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***as 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***a 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 sh**? 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 sh** then let me know If you 'bout that sh** then let me know If you 'bout that sh** then let me know Money, cars, cash, clothes Baby girl if you 'bout that sh** then let me know If you 'bout that sh** then let me know If you 'bout that sh** 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 j**els 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**hes 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**h I ain't stutter You f**in with that dude, man I lay 'em gutted That n***a '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 title to the sh** I got You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock I put you n***as in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc n***as 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 sh** blocked, how you want it? [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] However do you (*2X*} Gangsters, pop that sh**, and let me know, uhh...