Bout That (Let Me Know) lyrics

by

R. Kelly


[unknown singer or sample]
How does it feel (MAC) bein next to you
I wanna know how, just let me knowwww-know-know-know

[Beanie Sigel]
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 n*ggas 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
n*ggas 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, n*gga 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 sh*t? 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 sh*t then let me know
If you 'bout that sh*t then let me know
If you 'bout that sh*t then let me know
Money, cars, cash, clothes
Baby girl if you 'bout that sh*t then let me know
If you 'bout that sh*t then let me know
If you 'bout that sh*t then let me know

[Beanie Sigel]
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 b*tches 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]

[Beanie Sigel]
Uhh, however do you want it b*tch I ain't stutter
You f*ckin with that dude, man I lay 'em gutted
That n*gga '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 sh*t I got
You need that work, I'm on the boat by the river dock
I put you n*ggas in a triple threat soon as I hit The Roc
n*ggas 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 sh*t blocked, how you want it?

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]
However do you (*2X*}
Gangsters, pop that sh*t, and let me know, uhh...
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