Bout That Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

How does it feel bein' next to you 

I wanna know how, just let me know 

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 

Dark 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 niggaz car-sick 

Sick of seein' Sig' in them large whips 

No plates and offended, temp plates in the window 

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If you could see the garage I back in there 

Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the winter 

I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in, yeah 

It's always Mac, nigga 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 shit? 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 

Money, cars, cash, clothes 

Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

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Money, cars, cash, clothes 

Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

I show you how to do this, dude 

I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube 

You boy, let off shots from that newest tool 

Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise 

I'm rich boy, ah, look at 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 bitches 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, coops to the four doors out 

Cool and Dre, bring the chorus out 

Money, cars, cash, clothes 

Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

Money, cars, cash, clothes 

Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

However do you want it, bitch, I ain't stutter 

You fuckin' with that dude 

Man, I lay 'em gutted that nigga '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 shit I got 

You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock 

I put you niggaz in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc 

Niggaz 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 shit blocked, how you want it? 

Money, cars, cash, clothes 

Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

Money, cars, cash, clothes 

Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

If you bout that shit then let me know 

However do you, however do you 

Gangsters, pop that shit and let me know