Cash Money is an Army

Shit'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 shit 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 nigga we roll to deep With AK's off safety knockin niggas 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 niggas 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 A$$ up Real Good You'll Never Get Well Chorus: Cash Money Is A Army Nigga A Navy Nigga So if you ever try to harm me Nigga It ain't gravy Nigga (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, 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 try'n to get me killed I know I'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield try'n 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 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 nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P A H.B., (HotBoy) a trill nigga, 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 Fucking these hoes all day & all night! Chorus x2: Cash Money Is A Army Nigga A Navy Nigga So if you ever try to harm me Nigga It ain't gravy Nigga