[B.G.] Me the B.G., and my fuckin rounds Two livin legend paper from uptown money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches We roll in trucks Hummers and Expeditions Our relationship like and Jesus Ask one of our hoes, no comin between us Two black young kingpins, how they treat us Steaks and fettucini is they feed us Nigga ridin shinin, me and my be sippin the finest wine and G's, makin trips and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all Cause we roll the motto, "Ball til we fall" Fuck wit B, you B.G. all the way out there wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there Since ninety-two ninety-three our love there We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money share I'm a Big Tymer, a fact Suga Slim just signed a, dollar contract Lil' (?) Capone quick to bust yo' head Watch tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at We play gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops Way I bust it look like and 'Pac
[Lil Like Suge and 'Pac, Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six Like 'Face and J., Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to a million
Like J. and 'Face, Russ and Run Baby and B.G. comin through like assault machine guns Worth more money than niggaz could wonder You thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer It no secret we showed our ass last summer We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at Embassy playboy to hide our Me and this young we tighter than stitches He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the spitter And if you you wit him I'll my bank account on one of you bitches And I'll put on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace It ain't in this industry gon' fuck wit and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats Wit Suga Slim's behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped right beside me Nigga I'll bet a dolars to yo' light bill I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' bill It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Money cause we keep it nigga, believe that
Wayne] Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, Puff and B.I.G and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like and J., like Russ and Run and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?
[B.G.] I got for my nigga Baby He heard I rapped, on VL and saved me Now we ballin, livin swell it's Cause I'm gettin my shine on, you hate me? B.G. and Baby, good pah We just determined to and get out the hood dog Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you dog We ridin dirty and put that on the hood dog
Now what make hoes thank that I ain't rich? make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit? My brotha taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time I'm gon' shine til I die Me and this nigga been since he was twelve out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells Now I knew this young nigga end up swell I used my to keep him writin rhymes cause I knew he'a be major at one Now I done in the flyest cars It ain't no secret B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar
[Lil Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six 'Face and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Like Suge and 'Pac, like and B.I.G and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like and Run Nigga and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?
Ain't nuttin fuck wit us playboy We it how you want it, that's the issue nigga We clockin all gravy If it ain't about that money we ain't havin no bitches We what we got to do, we clockin G's Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah Tennessee It's all playboy, how you luv that nigga? We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the nigga Get it how you live How you luv that If it don't make money it don't make sense I wear two watches on my wrist, at G's a piece How's that nigga? That's a hundred I done put two hundred G's on my My dog Fresh bout to his shit Nigga we just gon' have and hoes How you luv that Crystal, poppin bottles Niggaz ain't drankin no more Niggaz rangs cost twenty G's Niggaz cost 'em twenty G's Niggaz's cost 'em ten G's Nigga homes two mill-ion hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators Niggaz just.. dumpin playa It ain't no thang boy, how you luv nigga? that boy (man I love yo' momma)