[B.G.] Me the B.G., and my fuckin rounds Two livin paper chasers from uptown Bout money and bitches, haters in ditches We roll in trucks like Hummers and Our like Moses and Jesus Ask one of our hoes, ain't no between us Two black kingpins, that's how they treat us Steaks and fettucini is what they us Nigga shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest wine and spendin G's, makin back and forth to Texas, we flyin; 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 Fuck wit me G you bringin all the way out there Since ninety-two ninety-three our been there We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz I'm a Big Tymer, a fact Slim just signed a, million dollar contract Lil' (?) Capone quick to bust yo' head your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at We high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops Way I bust it look Suge and 'Pac
Wayne] Like Suge and 'Pac, Puff and B.I.G and B.G. tryin to clock six figs Like 'Face and J., like and Run Baby and B.G. to clock a million
Like J. and 'Face, Russ and Run Baby and B.G. comin through like rifle machine guns more money than these niggaz could wonder You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks thunder Comin through a tunnel a black on black Hummer It ain't no secret we our ass last summer We got three or fo' bitches we bank at first Embassy playboy to hide our Me and this young nigga we tighter than 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 put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie beats Wit Slim's brains behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right me Nigga I'll bet a dolars to yo' light bill I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel to yo' cable bill It ain't nuttin in this could fuck wit Cash Money cause we keep it nigga, believe that
Wayne] Now what? Like and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six Like and J., like Russ and Run Baby and B.G. tryin to a million, what?
[B.G.] I got love for my Baby He heard I rapped, came on VL and me Now we ballin, livin swell it's Cause I'm my shine on, don't you hate me? B.G. and Baby, good pah We just determined to hustle and get out the 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? What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my ain't the shit? My Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time I'm gon' shine til I die Me and nigga been together 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 mind to keep him writin I knew he'a be major at one time Now I rolled in the flyest cars It no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar
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Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us We it how you want it, that's the issue nigga We it's all gravy If it about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches We doin we got to do, we clockin G's Lil' Antoine, my potnah from Tennessee It's all playboy, how you luv that nigga? We playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga Get it how you playboy How you luv nigga? If it don't make money it don't make sense I wear two on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece that look nigga? That's a hundred I done put two G's on my grill My dog Fresh bout to his shit Nigga we just gon' have and hoes How you luv playboy? Drankin Crystal, poppin Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no Niggaz wearin rangs cost G's Niggaz earrings cost 'em G's rims cost 'em ten G's Nigga homes costin two Nigga gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators Niggaz just.. playa haters It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that Believe that boy (man I yo' momma)