Artist: Troy Ave f/ Fat Joe Album: Major Without a Deal Song: I'm Bout It Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Verse One: 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 weirdoes return when you was at risk Tight jeans for boys wasn't popular Unless you was into boys, man, stop it, bruh Too much fashion rats, 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 of like numbers I been gettin' money for the past eight summers Bought a Benz all cash, hoe 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, gave the M was givin' props Sometimes I had to take them in the form of blocks Properly, 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 Sage, 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, meetin' every word I do this, might change my name to Brutus Cut down the beef now the money flow fluid [Chorus: Troy Ave] Bunch of Louis luggage still your boy never trip Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all dripped Oppies 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 +Ugh+ [Verse Two: 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 bias popped the C's 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 Go 'head 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 American cartel, never leave a witness Everything must go like you're goin' out of business Trips to Dubai bedrooms on the first class Showers in the sky reminiscin' 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 Coca! [Chorus: Troy Ave] Bunch of Louis luggage still your boy never trip Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all dripped Oppies 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 +Ugh+