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PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
B.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Christopher Dorsey
Christopher Dorsey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer

Lyrics

Shits just to real, respect my mind I'm tellin' you what's real, I'm a come like this Money making is my thing, 'cause I'm tryin' to be rich Tryin' to put a way Mil that's why I'm in this studio on my shit (Million) Droppin' rap after rap like we sell Key after Key Backed up by the best Fresh drop it beat after beat (Mannie Fresh) My click is the Hot Boys best believe we so hot And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep With AK's off safety knockin' niggaz 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 nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3 and all these niggaz Know my dog a do the same for me, we family Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to home nigga It ain't gravy nigga Don't playa hate me nigga 'cause I'll leave your shit stale Light you're ass up real good you'll never get well Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me nigga It ain't gravy nigga Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me nigga It ain't gravy nigga 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, nigga fuck 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 bitches tryin' to get me killed I know I'm tired of these stankin' hoes smiling in my grill Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield tryin' to get my Mil It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up The fucking hill, cash money highly respected with out a Major deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga 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 Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me nigga It ain't gravy nigga Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me nigga It ain't gravy nigga My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans) If you want me I can be found on V.L. in the 13th (Valence Street) Rest in peace, my heart goes out to my round L.T. A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P A H.B., a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool (Hot Boy) I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day and 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 Fucking these hoes all day and all night Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me nigga It ain't gravy nigga Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me nigga It ain't gravy nigga Cash money is a army nigga A navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me nigga It ain't gravy nigga
Writer(s): Byron O. Thomas, Christopher N. Dorsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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