Cash Money Is an Army
Title | Cash Money Is an Army |
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Artist | B.G. |
Album | Chopper City in the Ghetto |
Release Date | 1999-04-20 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Shit just too real Respect my mind, on the real I'm tellin' you what's real Shit just too real I'ma come like this [Verse 1] Money makin' is my thing 'cause I'm tryna be rich Tryna put away mills, that's why I'm in the studio on my shit Droppin' rap after rap like you sell ki' after ki' Backed up by the best, Fresh droppin' beat after beat My clique is the Hot Boys, best believe we so hot And dangerous if we in beef, we'll clear the whole block No fading us at all, nigga, 'cause we roll too deep With AKs off safety knockin' niggas off they feet I go by the name the B.G. I ride on chrome in the '98 Lex ES 3' I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3 And all these niggas know my dog'll do the same for me, we family Cash Money Is a army, nigga, a navy nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga Don't playa hate me, nigga, 'cause I'll leave your shit stale Light your ass up real good and you will 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 Cash Money is a army, nigga, a navy, nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga [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 'cause 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 floss in the best of rides I ain't got to name it, you know what it is on twenty-inch tires I know I'm tired of these bitches tryna get me killed I'm tired of these stankin' hoes smilin' in my grill, shit just too real And I'm in a battlefield tryna get my mills It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills I'm climbin' up the fuckin' hills Cash Money highly respected without 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 peeled I drop my nuts in any situation, any day 'Cause on the real, B.G. 'bout trigga play, trigga play [Chorus] Cash Money is a army, nigga, a navy, nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga Cash Money is a army, nigga, a navy, nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga You might also like[Verse 3] My stomping ground is the motherfuckin' U.P.T. You want me, I can be found on V.L. in the 13 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., a trill nigga, a hard up rider Lay low and be cool, I'll meet your on the other side I been thinkin' 'bout you day and night Without you on my all-night flight, it don't go right But you know one thing, I been keepin' it real Your lil' one is like mine, ain't gon' miss a meal I'm still, still shining like you left me, dawg My Rolex still winding like you left it for Me and my clique still ball, still stunt for sure I just got the Mercedes Jeep off the showroom floor Our dawg Valle done touched down, we just maintainin' Representin' draining, gone to hotels trainin' Trainin', drainin', fucking these hoes all day and all night [Chorus] Cash Money is a army, nigga, a navy, nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga Cash Money is a army, nigga, a navy, nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga Cash Money is a army, nigga, a navy, nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga Cash Money is a army, nigga, a navy, nigga So if you ever try to harm me, nigga, it ain't gravy, nigga |