Cash Money Is An Army - B.G.

Shit's just to real, respect my mind 
I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this 

Verse 1: 

Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich 
Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my shit 
droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key 
backed up by the best Fresh (Mannie Fresh) Drop it beat after beat 
My click is the HotBoy$ best believe we so Hot! 
And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block 
No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep 
With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet 
I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 
I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these niggaz 
Know my dog a do the same for me, we family 
Cash Money Is A Army Nigga 
A Navy Nigga 
So if you ever try to home Nigga 
It ain't gravy Nigga 
Don't playa hate me nigga cause I'll leave your shit stale 
Light You're A$$ up Real Good You'll 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 (Repeat x1) 

Verse 2: 

I got A path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross 
Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world 
I play it raw, and do my thing, Nigga Fuck The World! 
Ain't nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides 
I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires 
I know I'm tired of these bitches try'n to get me killed 
I know I'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill 
Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield try'n to get my Mil 
It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bill