'Bout My Paper

Look here, I be on the paper chase

I'm all about my cheddar

I ain't touchin' the mic if it ain't five G's or better

I plan never to fall short again, I want game

Woadie, I'ma tell you, no pain, no gain

I hustle hard for what I want, that's how I get it

I struggle hard, and if it's out there, I'm gon' get it

If you see CMR, a dollar sign on the CD

Somewhere on there, you'll see featurin' the B.G.

Me and my **** B like Suge and Pac

We gettin' our shine on all the way to the top, look

Ain't no stoppin' us, boy, don't try

When you hear it once, it ain't no secret you go and buy

You can lie about this, stunt 'bout that

You can't dodge these fifty shots, I'm 'bout to rat-tat-tat

Ain't nothing change, still a buster, wig splitter

Straight hustlin' for my cheese, I'm a money go-getter

'Bout my paper, my cheese, so before my eyes close

I want my greens to add up to six zeroes

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, split 'em

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, kill 'em

I'm 'bout my paper, my cheese, so before my eyes close

I want my greens to add up to six zeroes

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, split 'em

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, kill 'em

It's all about Benjamins, that's all I wanna have

Ducked off in my house with a ho takin' a bubble bath

Sparklin' marble coverin' all my room floors

A maid in a bathing suit doin' my house chores

Do not disturb sign on my bedroom door

'Cause 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 motherfuckin' grill

Pockets filled with big head hundred-dollar bills

Fuckin' up this rap game with these wicked rap skills

And ain't far from makin' G's to makin' mill's

I'm a trill, B.G., uptown, hard-hitter

On the real, my ****, I'm a money go-getter

'Bout my paper, my cheese, so before my eyes close

I want my greens to add up to six zeroes

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, split 'em

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, kill 'em

'Bout my paper, my cheese, so before my eyes close

I want my greens to add up to six zeroes

And get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, split 'em

And get your fetti, ****, somebody try to stop you, kill 'em

Oh, I gotta get it, gotta grab it, gotta have it

Like snortin' dope or snortin' coke, it's a habit

I gotta see it, gotta feel it, quick to spend it

Shoot dice all day with my **** tryna win it

I rap hustle 'cause I'm a hustlin' ass ****

Also a gat toter, 'bout bustin' some ass, ****

So you come play with me 'bout my cheese

You gotta go, fool, in a casket six feet deep

Sellin' tapes and CD's, like sellin' pick threes

Ring up a million sales, we done hit the lottery

I'm a Benjamin chaser, player hater eraser

Police, they have no case 'cause I do murders without a trace

I'm almost at home, I done passed third base

I'm playin' with five figures, when I get six, I'm straight

If I catch your bitch down bad, I'ma hit her

Paper chaser ****, B.G. a money go-getter

'Bout my paper, my cheese, so before my eyes close

I want my greens to add up to six zeroes

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, split 'em

Get your fetti, ****, somebody try to stop you, kill 'em

I'm 'bout my paper, my cheese, so before my eyes close

I want my greens to add up to six zeroes

Get your fetti, ****, somebody player hate, split 'em

Get your fetti, ****, somebody try to stop you, kill 'em

I'm 'bout my fetti, ****, I'm 'bout my fetti

By all means necessary, I'm 'bout my fetti, ****

I'm 'bout my fetti by all means necessary, uh-huh

All about the Benjamins, it's all about the green

The motherfuckin' loot, B.G.

I get it, I get mine on

I, I, I get my grind on, I gets my shine on

You get shined on?

I'm, I'm, I'm tryna get mine, you tryna get yours?

I'm stackin' mine, you stackin' yours?