Текст песни
How does it feel?
Being next to you
I wanna know
Just let me know
I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icy
I think they like Sig in them white tees
Them SP jeans, the 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 tints
Roughly the cost, about three bricks soft
Cooked up then bagged in trays, have a nice day
I'm in my bag and I'm having it my way
Sick with the floss, sick with the cars, you niggas car sick
Sick of seeing Sig in them large whips
No plates in the fenders, temp plates in the windows
If you could see the garage I back in, uh
Niggas grind all summer then be crack in the winter
I'm never crack, one number, I'm back in ya
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
I could cover the bet, as you should
However do you want it, just drop it, it's all good
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Gangstas, 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
I show you how to do this, dude
I done turned more blocks than a 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, y'all looky here
A little ice on your wrist, but your jewels ain't looking clear
I show you little 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, I bring them broads out
We could 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 Martin's out
Porsche Box or the drop-top Ferrar' out
Bring the old school 6-4's out
Coupes to the four-doors out
Cool and Dre bring the chorus out
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Gangstas, 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 fucking with that dude, man, I let him gut it
That nigga there a pop
And I done lost more work in a pot than he'll ever cop
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
If you need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock
I put you niggas in a triple threat soon as I hit the rock
Niggas claim they balling, 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
Gangstas, 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
Gangstas, if you 'bout that shit, then let me know