Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash Money Is An Army, artist - B.G.. Album song Chopper City In The Ghetto, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.1999
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Cash Money Is An Army |
| Shit’s just to real, respect my mind |
| I’m tell’n you what’s real, I’m a come like this |
| 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. |
| 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) |
| 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 bills, I’m climbing up The fucking hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a Major Deal, I’m still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill |
| Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled |
| I drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real B.G. |
| Bout trigga play, trigga play |
| My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans) |
| If you want me I can be found on V.L. |
| (Valence Street) in the 13th |
| Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T. |
| A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P |
| A H.B., (HotBoy) a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool |
| I’ll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day &night |
| With out you on my all night flight it don’t get right but you know |
| One thing I been keepin it real, |
| you lil one is like mine ain’t go miss a meal |
| I’m still, still shining like you left me dawg, |
| my rolex still winding like you left it fog |
| Me and my click still boss, |
| still stunt 4 show I just bout the Mercedes Jeep off the show |
| Room floor! |
| Our Dawg Valle just touch down, |
| we just maintaining, represent draining, |
| Gone to Hotels Training, Training, |
| Fucking these hoes all day &all night! |
| Cash Money Is A Army Nigga |
| A Navy Nigga |
| So if you ever try to harm me Nigga |
| It ain’t gravy Nigga |