B.G. - 'Bout My Paper lyrics

[Talking] B.G. Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means Verse: 1 Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar I ain't touching the mic if it ain't five Gs or better I plan never to fall short again I want game Wootay I'ma tell ya no pain no gain I hustle hard for what I want that's how I get it I struggle hard and if its out there I'm goin get it If ya see CMR a dollar sign on the CD Somewhere on there you'll see featuring the B.G. Me and my n***a be like Suge and Pac We gettin' our shine on all the way to the top Look ain't no stoppin' us boy don't try When you hear it once it ain't no secret you go and buy You can lie bout this stunt bout that You can't dodge these fifty shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat ain't nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my eyes close I want my green ta add up ta six zeros Get yo fetti n***a somebody playa hate split'em Get yo fetti n***a somebody stop you k**'em Verse: 2 Its all about Benjamins that's all I want to have Ducked off in my house with a hoe takin' a bubble bath Sparklin' marble coverin' all my room floors A maid in a bathin' suit doin' my house chores Do not disturb sign on my bedroom door 'cause my dick gettin' ate by my number one who*e Look I'm money hungry Bout actin' a donkey No longer a junkie I got rid of that monkey I'm cheeky I don't want you f**in' with my sh** My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out sh** Sparklin' gold cover my muthaf**in' grill Pockets filled with big head hundred dollar bills f**in' up this rap game with these wicked rap sk**s And ain't far from makin' Gs ta makin' mills I'm a treal B.G. uptown hard hitter On the real my n***a I'ma money go-getter