B.g. Cash Money Is An Army

Shits just to real, respect my mind

Im telln you whats real, Im a come like this



Verse 1:



Money making is my thing, Cause Im tryn to be rich

Tryn to put a way Mil (million) thats why

Im 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 AKs off safety knockin niggaz 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 niggaz

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 aint gravy Nigga

Dont playa hate me nigga cause Ill leave your shit stale

Light Youre A$$ up Real Good Youll Never Get Well.



Chorus:

Cash Money Is A Army Nigga

A Navy Nigga

So if you ever try to harm me Nigga

It aint gravy Nigga (Repeat x1)



Verse 2:



I got A path that you dont wanna cross

but if you do decide to cross

Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw

its a dirty game, a dirty world

I play it raw, and do my thing, Nigga Fuck The World!

Aint nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides

I aint got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires

I know Im tired of these bitches tryn to get me killed

I know Im tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill

Shit Just to real and Im in a battlefield tryn to get my Mil

It aint no secret I got skills to pay the bills, Im climbing up

The fucking hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a

Major Deal, Im 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

Ill meet your on the other side I been

thinking bout you day & night

With out you on my all night flight it

dont get right but you know

One thing I been keepin it real,

you lil one is like mine aint go miss a meal

Im 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 aint gravy Nigga
[ Cash Money Is An Army Lyrics ]