B.G. - Cash Money Is An Army Lyrics
Shits just to real, respect my mindIm telln you whats real, Im a come like thisVerse 1:Money making is my thing, cause Im tryn to be richTryn to put a way mil (million) thats why Im in ths studio on my shitDroppin rap after rap like we sell key after keyBacked up by the best fresh (mannie fresh) drop it beat after beatMy click is the hotboy$ best believe we so hot!And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole blockNo fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deepWith aks off safety knockin niggaz off their feetI go by the name the b.g., I ride on chrome in the 98 lex e-s-3I bust a nigga dome for baby, known as b-3, and all these niggazKnow my dog a do the same for me, we familyCash money is a army niggaA navy niggaSo if you ever try to home niggaIt aint gravy niggaDont playa hate me nigga cause Ill leave your shit staleLight youre a$$ up real good youll never get well.Chorus:Cash money is a army niggaA navy niggaSo if you ever try to harm me niggaIt aint gravy nigga (repeat x1)Verse 2:I got a path that you dont wanna cross but if you do decide to crossYour wig get knocked off, I play it raw its a dirty game, a dirty worldI play it raw, and do my thing, nigga ***** the world!Aint nothin change we still flossin in nothin but ridesI aint got to name you know it is on 20 inch tiresI know Im tired of these *****es tryn to get me killedI know Im tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grillShit just to real and Im in a battlefield tryn to get my milIt aint no secret I got skills to pay the bills, Im climbing upThe *****ing hill, cash money highly respected with out aMajor deal, Im still that chopper city nigga that like to chillYour head still a banana if you slip it will get pilledI drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real b.g.Bout trigga play, trigga playChorus 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 13thRest in peace, my heart goes out to my round l.t.A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the t-o-pA h.b., (hotboy) a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be coolIll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day & nightWith out you on my all night flight it dont get right but you knowOne thing I been keepin it real,You lil one is like mine aint go miss a mealIm still, still shining like you left me dawg,My rolex still winding like you left it fogMe and my click still boss,Still stunt 4 show I just bout the mercedes jeep off the showRoom floor! our dawg valle just touch down,We just maintaining, represent draining,Gone to hotels training, training,*****ing these hoes all day & all night!Chorus x2:Cash money is a army niggaA navy niggaSo if you ever try to harm me niggaIt aint gravy nigga
