makin' Gs ta makin' mills I'm a treal B.G. uptown hard hitter On the real my nigga I'ma money go-getter 'Bout my paper, my chesse so before my eyes close I want my
shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my
Перевод: BG. "Мой бой бумаги.
I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my
time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass bad
Mannie 'Bout to go hit my spot in Miami Now that i won I'm puttin' my Grammy On the grill and hood of my Candy She talkin' bout can we, can we what
Told me that she ain't a freak [2X] You was kinda high matienence to me Want my paper but you'll let my partner sleep with you for free Baby, I thought
bout to run for the ciminal of state [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit
Chorus Where my niggas that getting they G’s up (G’s up) In the back when you rollin’ your trees up (trees up) Where my niggas that getting they freeze
nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" Bitch, real G's move in silence
, I'ma let off a **** **** It ain't my fault you done f***** up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don
owned Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster shit, I match my four-door Porsche [Hook] (Birdman) Give me my tool Die for my
' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the, young stunna Stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my
nothing 'bout that man The nigga the B.I.G. is high in flight like value jet You thinking about the B team 'cause my end is never met nigga Black man
deuce double O deuce I'm just a little more serious 'Bout my reefer and my dough Show me the money Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my
my gun Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money, get your paper Elevate like my nigga DMX Here's a prayer,
find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets If you lookin' I got my hand on my *** grippin' in the raws Hood star, sit up in my boulevard
