D_Boy Keon - I'm Bout Mine lyrics

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Ft. Fat Trel

(Intro)

Minnesota, whacya know?

Minnesota, whacya know?

(Hook x2)

I'm talkin' money (I'm bout mine)

Chicken (I'm bout mine)

Whip the work, I swerve

I hurt ya bitches (Ya know I'm bout mine)

Smokin' dro (I'm bout mine)

Fuckin' hoes (I'm bout mine)

Double back at Chantiano-mid-shows (Ya know I'm bout mine)

From Mo' Town

(Verse: D_Boy Keon)

Yeah, I'm on a mission, tryna keep my focus

Shit expected be doppest, that shit they spittin' be bogus

Ya prolly don't know me, it's best ye get acquainted

Homie, I'm a dope boy, so all us speakin' the language

Bitches say they luv me, but I swear it's just the money

Then again she might do, judgin' the way she drug me

I'm the man, ya a funky, betta stack yo game up

I'm eatin' good, you dead broke, betta stack that 'caine up

I'm OG-in' in this game, bruh, neva had my handout

Every night I used to stand out, now I'm whippin' em bands out

The bitch, she on my line, she somethin' like a free-throw

I ain't answer fo' a week, had to put that ass on beep mode

I'mma call 'er when and where her geekin' ass gon' answer

Said I'm comin' ova cuz tonight I need my dancer

She clap fo' me then I smash her, beat it up like Hagler

I come, we come, but she come faster

(Hook x2)

I'm talkin' money (I'm bout mine)

Chicken (I'm bout mine)

Whip the work, I swerve

I hurt ya bitches (Ya know I'm bout mine)

Smokin' dro (I'm bout mine)

Fuckin' hoes (I'm bout mine)

Double back at Chantiano-mid-shows (Ya know I'm bout mine)

From Mo' Town

(Verse 2: Fat Trel)

(Minnesota, what ya know? Keon? Minnesota, what ya know?)

(Bitches call me Fat Glish)

All this traffickin' with packages, bitches think I'm African

All these extra grams, dag, I'mma need a gym bag

Supa bad, had 'em bitches flyin', checkin' trash bag

Gun-tra, came up, now my sensei Bagdad

How ya want it with me? I got 30 I got 50 I got Bobby, I got Whitney

Like a pretty lil beenie, my Minnesota gang, East Street gang

Where 'em bangers hang, keep yo bitch from round me, mane

Slutty boy gang bang! Plus I fuck the district up

Different drugs, different car

All this shit I'm pickin' up, I'm tired of liftin' _______(?)

What the fuck? Hustle with the struggle'll get yo duffles up

Fuck is a stripper back yawn, I got my duffle tucked

RNS, Real Nigga Shit, who can fuck with that?

Beef with me ain't easy, mo', buss that knee, I'm bussin' back

Hood crack, jag top by, no mo' Cadillac

Good hang, air fly, rubber band, money bags

(Hook x2)

I'm talkin' money (I'm bout mine)

Chicken (I'm bout mine)

Whip the work, I swerve

I hurt ya bitches (Ya know I'm bout mine)

Smokin' dro (I'm bout mine)

Fuckin' hoes (I'm bout mine)

Double back at Chantiano-mid-shows (Ya know I'm bout mine)

From Mo' Town