B.G. - Bout My Paper lyrics

Uh, huh I'm bout my feddi by all means

Look here I be on a paper
Chase I'm all about my cheddar
I ain't touching the mic if it
Ain't 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 it's 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 BG
Me and my nigga 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 bout this stunt bout that
You can't dodge these fifty shots I'm
Bout ta rat tat tat
Ain't nothin change still a
Busta wig splitter
Straight hustle for my chesse
I'ma money go-getter

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

Its all about Benjamins thats
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 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 with big head
Hundred dollar bills
Fuckin' up this rap game with
These wicked rap skills
And ain't far from makin' Gs ta makin' mills
I'm a treal BG uptown hard hitter
On the real my nigga I'ma money go-getter

Oh, I gotta get it gotta grab it
Gotta have it
Like snortin' dope but snortin'
Coke is a habit i gotta see it gotta feel it
Quick ta spin it shoot dice all day with my
Niggas tryin' ta win it
I rap hustle cuz I'm a hustlin' ass nigga
Also a gat totter bout bustin' some ass nigga
So you, can play with me bout my chesse
You gotta go fool in a casket six feet deep
Sellin' tapes and CDs
Like sellin' pick threes
Ring up a million sales we
Done hit the lottery i'm a benjamin chaser
Playa hata eraser police have no case
Cuz I do murders without a trace
I'm almost at home I done past third base
I'm playin' with five figures when
I get six I'm straight
If I catch yo bitch down bad I'ma hit her
Paper chaser nigga BG a money go-getter

(I'm bout my feddi nigga, I'm bout my feddi
By all means nessacarry, it's
About the benjamins
It's all about the green the mutha fuckin'
Dope, BG i get, I get mine on, I get my grind
On my shine on, You tryna
Get yours? I'm stackin mine
You stackin yours?)