Troy Ave, Fat Joe - I'm 'Bout It lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Troy Ave, Fat Joe - I'm 'Bout It lyrics]
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
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'
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
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'
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
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'
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
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'