Bout My Paper - B.G.

[Talking] B.G. 
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means 

Verse: 1 
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar 
I aint touching the mic if it aint five Gs or better 
I plan never to fall short again 
I want game 
Wootay I'ma tell ya no pain no gain 
I hustle hard for what I want thats how I get it 
I struggle hard and if its out there I'm goin get it 
If ya see CMR a dollar sign on the CD 
Somewhere on there you'll see featuring the B.G. 
Me and my nigga B like Suge and Pac 
We gettin' our shine on all the way to the top 
Look aint no stoppin' us boy don't try 
When you hear it once it aint no secret you go and buy 
You can lie bout this stunt bout that 
You can't dodge these fifty 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 eyes close 
I want my green ta add up ta six zeros 
Get yo fetti nigga somebody playa hate split'em 
Get yo fetti nigga somebody stop you kill'em 

Verse: 2 
Its all about Benjamins thats all I wanna have 
Ducked off in my house with a hoe takin' a bubble bath 
Sparklin' marble coverin' all my room floors 
A maid in a bathin' suit doin' my house chores 
Do not disturb sign on my bedroom door 
Cuz my dick gettin' ate by my number one whore 
Look I'm money hungry 
Bout actin' a donkey 
No longer a junkie 
I got rid of that monkey 
I'm cheeky I don't want you fuckin' with my shit 
My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out shit 
Sparklin' gold cover my muthafuckin' grill 
Pockets filled wit