'bout that (let me know)

how does it feel bein next to you, i wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know, i got them diamonds on my neck, i'm so icey, i think they like sig', in them white tees, them s.p. jeans, sneaks is mean, 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 tints, 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, if you could see the garage i back into, niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the winter, i'm never crack, 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, money, cars, cash, clothes, faces, 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, 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'll pull your card out, you ain't got no bitches, i'll bring them broads out, we can go chip for chip, i'll 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 n dre, bring the chorus out, uhh, however do you want it bitch i ain't stutter, you fuckin with that dude, ma that lame gutted, that nigga 'dere popped, 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?, however do you, gangsters, pop that shit, and let me know, uhh.