B.G. - Cash Money Is An Army lyrics

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