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
Bản dịch: B.G.. 'bout My Paper.
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
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
is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's And the G's puttin' work in overseas At ease with the Doggy and smoke some *** *** it, if my ***
g-way Hollerin uuhh up on the mic with the dj Im with my G`s and my thugs and my essays Hidin `hind the shades I been up for bout three days {You already
Aye (Aye) If y'all niggas don't get ya money right This time you know what sayin' I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 'bout 08 (Where we going?) My bank
by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G-Unit soldiers Scrollin' the paper, my
bitch! Okay I make her call me B-I Bitch I'm on my B-I All my bottles they be knee high I'm a G......?? I smoke trees now i be tree high I'm fresh out
