I'm 'Bout It

[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 drugs, 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 nigga try me, they die, B

Ain't nothin' sweet, I be on it like diabetes

Givin' shots, Gavin 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 dipped

Opposites get the lip and get to hold entire clip

Don't start nothin' 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 flippin' bricks since Nas was called Esco

All eyes on me like a nigga on Death Row

Out of range shots in niggas, the broads steppin' on drape

Then the biased 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 bustin' off from givin' head?

Woke up in the Ritz, ten bitches in the bed

Niggas rockin' Jordans, but you ain't never meet the brother

You ain't that important, shit, I still got his beeper number

Medellin 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 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: 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 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'