No plates and offended, temp plates in the window
Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know
If you could see the garage I back in there
And in the fall, I do just that, I fall back
Fake Willies wanna know what's the damage I spent
Yeah, I'm flagrant, this ain't your game kid
Money, cars, cash, clothes
On that new V-Twizzy, grown man with no fence
Right cat, wrong litter box and I don't window shop
You ain't got no bitches now bring them broads out
If you bout that shit then let me know
I'm never cracked, one number I'm back in, yeah
If you bout that shit then let me know
Just check your boy out in all his splendor
And I done lost more work in a pot than y'all ever copped
You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out
Man, I lay 'em gutted that nigga 'dere pop
I show you how to do this, dude
Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know
Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out
And I don't lease, I just pick and cop
If you bout that shit then let me know
Niggaz grind all summer then be crack in the winter
Money, cars, cash, clothes
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out
Then I skate on cops in that newest cruise
I got the title to the shit I got
You boy, let off shots from that newest tool
Wait for the summer to show off my new things
Beans says if you bout that shit then let me know
I'm rich boy, ah, look at here
Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know
Yes, I can cover the bet as you should
However do you want it just drop it's all good
If you bout that shit then let me know
I done turned more blocks into Rubik's Cube
If you bout that shit then let me know
However do you, however do you
However do you want it, bitch, I ain't stutter
You fuckin' with that dude
Stay in your lane or get your shit blocked, how you want it?
Money, cars, cash, clothes
And how to grind it to the limit when you push it, yeah
Niggaz claim they ballin' but can't hit the shot
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Cool and Dre, bring the chorus out
Them SB jeans, sneaks is me
Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out
You see this shit? Boy, I copped all that
If you bout that shit then let me know
I think they like Sig', in them white tees
Sick of the floss, sick of cars, you niggaz car-sick
Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know
How I grind in the winter, cop up in the spring
If you bout that shit then let me know
Baby girl, if you bout that shit then let me know
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Bring the old school six-fours out, coops to the four doors out
You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock
Blow up icey and rich but your jewels ain't lookin' clear
And listen to the rumors on how I'm all that
If you bout that shit then let me know
If you bout that shit then let me know
Cooked up then bagged in trays, have a nice day
I show you lil' dudes how to cook a square
It's always Mac, nigga the top spender
Roughly the cost about three bricks off
Sick of seein' Sig' in them large whips
I put you niggaz in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc
I'm in my bag and I'm havin' it my way
I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey
If you bout that shit then let me know
Dark green with the camouflage print
