sh**'s just to real, respect my mind
I'm tell'n you what's real, i'm a come like this
Verse 1:
Money making is my thing, cause i'm try'n to be rich
Try'n to put a way mil (million) that's why i'm in ths studio on my sh**
Droppin rap after rap like we sell key after key
Backed up by the best fresh (mannie fresh) drop it beat after beat
My click is the hotboy$ best believe we so hot!
And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block
No fake nuts at all n***a we roll to deep
With ak's off safety knockin n***az off their feet
I go by the name the b.g., i ride on chrome in the 98 lex e-s-3
I bust a n***a dome for baby, known as b-3, and all these n***az
Know my dog a do the same for me, we family
Cash money is a army n***a
A navy n***a
So if you ever try to home n***a
It ain't gravy n***a
Don't playa hate me n***a cause i'll leave your sh** stale
Light you're a$$ up real good you'll never get well.
Chorus:
Cash money is a army n***a
A navy n***a
So if you ever try to harm me n***a
It ain't gravy n***a (repeat x1)
Verse 2:
I got a path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross
Your wig get knocked off, i play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world
I play it raw, and do my thing, n***a f** the world!
Ain't nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides
I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires
I know i'm tired of these b**hes try'n to get me k**ed
I know i'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill
sh** just to real and i'm in a battlefield try'n to get my mil
It ain't no secret i got sk**s to pay the bills, i'm climbing up
The f**ing hill, cash money highly respected with out a
Major deal, i'm still that chopper city n***a that like to chill
Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled
I drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real b.g.
Bout trigga play, trigga play
Chorus x2:
My stumping ground is the mutha phuckin u.p.t (uptown new orleans)
If you want me i can be found on v.l. (valence street) in the 13th
Rest in peace, my heart goes out to my round l.t.
A slim n***a with two at the bottom, four cross the t-o-p
A h.b., (hotboy) a trill n***a, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool
I'll meet your on the other side i been thinking bout you day & night
With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know
One thing i been keepin it real,
You lil one is like mine ain't go miss a meal
I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg,
My rolex still winding like you left it fog
Me and my click still boss,
Still stunt 4 show i just bout the mercedes jeep off the show
Room floor! our dawg valle just touch down,
We just maintaining, represent draining,
Gone to hotels training, training,
f**ing these hoes all day & all night!
Chorus x2:
Cash money is a army n***a
A navy n***a
So if you ever try to harm me n***a
It ain't gravy n***a