Cash Money Is An Army B.G.

[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