B.G. - Cash Money Niggaz Lyrics
Verse 1: (b.g.)Money makin is my thingA mill is what Im tryin to reachGood shit to my peeps is what the ***** I preachBaby gangsta is my titleAl kapone is my idileTo protect and serveI roll with my assault rifleJack niggaz for nothin less than a quarter keyTake hits on buster niggas..... startin at five gsOh, Im the young nigga dressed in black on blackWith glocks to mack in the hoop in dis black on blackSpillin brains aint nothin but a thang to meSellin cane and fame aint nothin but a thang to meWhen you see the b.g.I run wit all real niggasValence and magnoliasIt list nothing but trill niggasAnd we get ill, tryin pay the bills, niggaUse the skills to hustlin to make a mill niggaFor information were beachin to make you squeel niggaDont spill, we use the index finger to kill niggaHow u feel gettin caught up in my paper chaseYa feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chaseGo out the way for my pockets to be nice and fatI tote that k for my pockets to be nice and fatPicture a nigger from uptown wit a millionActin bad, buyin mother*****in buildinsGet out the way or give your cash to meYou see, I bring heat backed up by b.g.Young niggas gettin busyTotin ks like it aint nothinUptown niggas buckin like it aint nothinBaby given coke to the young soldiersI told ya we takin overKnockin heads off shouldersThink you boulder cause you older, but Im colderWith the trigger Ill run all over yaNiggas talkin yat and stuffWan be rough, but ima see if you can back it upWan be toughLets take to a triller levelLets get iller like a guerillaOn the killer levelJust ***** wit me thats all Im wishinIma dust yaBecause I know youre softer than whoopie cushionI be dishin clips in and out like a ? ? ? catCome from the back in blackReady t-t-to attack-tackIll leave ya flat, nigga(chorus)1,2,33,2,1Cashmoney niggas got the biggest gunsIts like the hip to the hopThe glock to the hipYou best rush homefor you get bust on....skipVerse 2: (turk)Im tryin to be cool in this gameThis shits nothin nicePlay wit niggas dese daysTheyll leave yo body cold as iceBut I say ***** em allMy ball never fallFive feet eight inches tallMy back against the wallAll I do is ***** hoesI got dreams to make a millLike them niggas in the noliaThe hustlin skills pays my billsBut still keep my hand on my glock just in caseNiggas tryna plot seventeen shots gonna stopThe many tracks and thats a factLeavin niggas on they back*****es play goin get smackedEspicially if I dont disrespect youAnd you disrespect meIma have to show yaThat Im out that *****in m-a-g(magnolia)Im keepin it real wit my click, 226Smoke weed, hit p, get a lil dizzyTake sips off daquiriesRidin five-hundreds benz across townMe, duga, and b gettin to downActin wild, three young niggersDont mind pullin the *****in triggerBaby:thats the return of the trill as niggersVerse 3: (bullet)Livin uptown you gots to flightGet down and take it likeHigh school ? ? ? ? ?And Ill be finish over night28 grams and its onThe make me four gs strongYoung ballers stay shop? ? ? ? and ? ? ?Hoes on my bonesI bust a nut and I quitLil ? ? be my clickBack to this gangsta shitIm movin six tryin to get richDo my third to bricksNow where I lay my head atSmall baller beleive thatThats why I get paid atOff some silver ? ?Dressed in blackWit two gats a glock and macYou gots to play it like that? ? ? ? ? and dem sacsSnatchin grounds or get jackedNow grab that thing and bust backI got some killers on my team out that s.t.p.Dugie, nautice, goldface, and j.b.? ? broke out a house ? ? ? ? ? ? ?? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? s-t tryna get my nose dirty(chorus)2x(manny and baby talk till end)
