Cash Money Niggaz Lyrics by B.G.

Cash Money Niggaz Lyrics

    Verse 1: (b.g.)
    Money makin' is my thing
    A mill is what i'm tryin' to reach
    Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck 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' motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 fuck 'em all
    My ball never fall
    Five feet eight inches tall
    My back against the wall
    All i do is fuck 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
    Bitches 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin 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)

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