Bg Cash Money Niggaz Lyrics

Cash Money Niggaz Lyrics

Verse 1: (B.G.)
Money makin` is my thing
A mill is what I`m tryin` to reach
Good sh*t to my peeps is what the f**k I preach
Baby Gangsta is my title
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve 
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz  for nothin` less than a quarter key 
Take hits on buster niggas..... startin` at five G`s
Oh, I`m the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in `dis black on black
Spillin` brains ain`t nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain`t nothin but a thang to me
When you see the B.G. 
I run wit` all real niggas
Valence and Magnolias
It list nothing but trill niggas
And we get ill, tryin` pay the bills, nigga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
For information w`ere beachin` to make you squeel nigga
Don`t spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase 
Ya` feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase 
Go out the way `for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that K `for my pockets to be nice and fat 
Picture a nigger from uptown wit` a million
Actin` bad, buyin` motherf**kin` buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by B.G.
Young niggas gettin busy
Totin` K`s like it ain`t nothin` 
Uptown niggas buckin` like it ain`t nothin`
Baby given coke to the young soldiers 
I told ya we takin` over
Knockin` heads off shoulders
Think you boulder `cause you older, but I`m colder
With the trigger I`ll run all over ya`
Niggas talkin` yat and stuff
Wan` be rough, but I`ma see if you can back it up
Wan` be tough 
Let`s take to a triller level
Let`s get iller like a guerilla 
On the killer level
Just f**k wit` me that`s all I`m wishin`
I`ma dust ya` 
Because I know you`re softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin` clips in and out like a ??? cat 
Come from the back in black 
Ready t-t-to attack-tack 
I`ll leave `ya flat, nigga
  
(Chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney Niggas got the biggest guns
It`s like the hip to the hop
The glock to the hip
You best rush home
`For you get bust on....skip
  
Verse 2: (Turk)
I`m tryin` to be cool in this game
This shits nothin` nice 
Play wit` niggas `dese days
They`ll leave yo` body cold as ice
But I say f**k `em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall
My back against the wall
All I do is f**k hoes 
I got dreams to make a mill
Like them niggas in the nolia
The hustlin` skills pays my bills 
But still keep my hand on my glock just in case
Niggas try`na plot seventeen shots gonna stop 
The many tracks and that`s a fact
Leavin` niggas on they back 
Bit*hes play goin` get smacked
Espicially if I don`t disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I`ma have to show `ya 
That I`m out that f**kin` M-a-g(Magnolia)
I`m keepin` it real wit` my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit P, get a lil` dizzy
Take sips off daquiries 
Ridin` five-hundreds Benz across town
Me, Duga, and B gettin to` down
Actin` wild, three young niggers
Don`t mind pullin` the f**kin trigger
  
Baby:That`s the return of the trill as niggers
  
Verse 3: (Bullet)
Livin` uptown you got`s to flight 
Get down and take it like
High School ?????
And I`ll be finish over night
28 grams and it`s on
The make me four g`s strong
Young ballers stay shop
???? and ???
Hoes on my bones 
I bust a nut and I quit
Lil` ?? be my click 
Back to this gangsta shit
I`m movin` six tryin` to get rich
Do my third to bricks
Now where I lay my head at 
Small baller beleive that
That`s why I get paid at
Off some silver ??
Dressed in black 
Wit` two gats a glock and mac
You got`s to play it like that
??? ?? and `dem sacs
Snatchin` grounds or get jacked
Now grab that thing and bust back 
I got some killers on my team out that S.T.P.
Dugie, Nautice, Goldface, and J.B.
?? broke out a house ???????
??? ????? s-t tryna` get my nose dirty
  
(Chorus)2x
  
(Manny and Baby talk till end)