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[B.G.]Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin roundsTwo livin legend paper chasers from uptownBout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditchesWe roll in trucks like Hummers and ExpeditionsOur relationship like Moses and JesusAsk one of our hoes, ain't no comin between usTwo black young kingpins, that's how they treat usSteaks and fettucini is what they feed usNigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippinthe finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'allCause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out thereFuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out thereSince ninety-two ninety-three our love been thereWe never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz shareI'm a Big Tymer, that's a factSuga Slim just signed a, million dollar contractLil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' headWatch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head atWe play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-topsWay I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac[Lil Wayne]Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.GBaby and B.G. tryin to clock six figsLike 'Face and J., like Russ and RunBaby and B.G. tryin to clock a million[Baby]Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and RunBaby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine gunsWorth more money than these niggaz could wonderYou better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunderComin through a dark tunnel a black on black HummerIt ain't no secret we showed our ass last summerWe both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first Embassy playboy to hide our richesMe and this young nigga we tighter than stitchesHe the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitterAnd if you you fuck wit him I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitchesAnd I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peaceIt ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beatsWit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside meNigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light billI'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable billIt ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money cause we keep it real nigga, believe that[Lil Wayne]Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.GBaby and B.G. tryin to clock six figsLike 'Face and J., like Russ and RunBaby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?[B.G.]I got love for my nigga BabyHe heard I rapped, came on VL and saved meNow we ballin, livin swell it's gravyCause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?B.G. and Baby, livin good pah We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dogFuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dogWe ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog[Baby]Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one timeNigga I'm gon' shine til I dieMe and this nigga been together since he was twelveHangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bellsNow I knew this young nigga would end up swellI used my mind to keep him writin rhymes cause I knew he'a be major at one timeNow I done rolled in the flyest cars It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar[Lil Wayne]Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.GBaby and B.G. tryin to clock six figsLike 'Face and J., like Russ and RunBaby and B.G. tryin to clock a millionLike Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.GBaby and B.G. tryin to clock six figsLike 'Face and J., like Russ and RunNigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?[Baby]Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboyWe take it how you want it, that's the issue niggaWe clockin it's all gravyIf it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitchesWe doin what we got to do, we clockin G'sLil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from TennesseeIt's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue niggaGet it how you live playboyHow you luv that nigga?If it don't make money it don't make sense niggaI wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a pieceHow's that look nigga? That's a hundredI done put two hundred G's on my grillMy dog Fresh bout to redo his shitNigga we just gon' have gold and hoesHow you luv that playboy?Drankin Crystal, poppin bottlesNiggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no moreNiggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G'sNiggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G'sNiggaz's rims cost 'em ten G'sNigga homes costin two mill-ionNigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gatorsNiggaz just.. dumpin playa hatersIt ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)more