a young baller Chorus: Baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me I'm B.G., and I'ma put em in the U.P.T. [B.G.] Shits getting fleded, I got mine A niggas
I start sprayin' I done told ya I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.P. So what's happenin'?
a hundred G's (How B?) Movin' these fuckin' kees (Where B?) Run em' in that U.P.T. (And who gone run em?) Tha brotha and my B.G. [B.G.] You gotta beat
wanna steal the B.G. Now tell me Alton Ain't that cold What can I do Now what can I do to get out the game What can I do Now what can I do to make change
When I catch ya I'ma do ya, I'ma smoke ya, I'ma kill ya I'ma spank ya, I'ma whack ya, Geezy gone deal witcha I don't play, I don't asshole B.G. don't
I ain't even gotta do it I got goons on call I'm a beast I'm a dawg you a bitch you a fraud I'm a ride I'm a G you a snitch you a fraud If you want it
over, I bring nothin back I have no paper and I'm sober I aint havin that Any high-roller got what I want, then I'm grabbin that All I got is my rap folder
me clips slide in the K Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump
Boy, hot girls I put the bone on It ain't no secret, I'll bust ya dome homes B and Slim give me a 20 G loan So I could get my roll on I know my rounds
dream with Spend money on ya Take trips with Damn papi baby I need it Ma fav but I'm never going to leave it You right and I'm always wrong I shut my
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat [TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that Owww, I need cash for my kitty
why I'm poppin shit I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be
b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser 50 Cent Why must i be like dat why must i chase a stack i got to get mo money i think big i think bread matter
to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary procher Got me outsellin' niggas' whole fuckin' roster I'm big in New York like B.I.G. Plus I
I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven So what can you do for me and what can I do
fiction, some coward got the story twisted Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find Why I spend
a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this
me I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties Never knew a hooker that could share me, I get around [Money B] What's up love, how you doing