'Bout That (Let Me Know) (Album Version (Explicit))

How does it feel (MAC) bein' next to you I wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know [Verse 1] 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 niggaz 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 Niggaz 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, 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 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 'Til the four doors out, Cool & Dre, bring the chorus out [Chorus] [Verse 3] Uhh, 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? [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] However do you (*2X*} Gangsters, pop that shit, and let me know, uhh...