Big Tymers, Lil Wayne, B.G. - Suga & Pac, Puff & Big (6 Fig) lyrics

Me the BG, and Baby my fuckin rounds
Two livin' legend paper chasers from uptown
Bout money and bitches
Puttin haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like
Hummers and Expeditions
Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes
Ain't no comin between us
Two black young kingpins
That's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin
The finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips
Back and forth to Texas
We flyin tryin to make a mill' y'all
Cause we roll with the motto
"Ball til we fall" fuck wit B
You bringin' BG all the way out there
Fuck wit me G you bringin' Baby
All the way out there
Since ninety-two ninety-three our
Love been there we never spend to a pussy
Cash Money niggas share
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
Suga Slim just signed a
Million dollar contract
Lil' Capone thuggin' quick to bust yo' head
Watch your tone in that mansion is
Where we lay our head at
We play high gold floss
Rocks and drive drop-tops
Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and BIG
Baby and BG tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J, like Russ and Run
Baby and BG tryin to clock a million

Like J and 'Face, like Russ and Run
Baby and BG comin through like
Assault rifle machine guns
Worth more money than these
Niggas could wonder
You better thank quick nigga we
Hit blocks like thunder
Comin through a dark tunnel a
Black on black Hummer
It ain't no secret we showed
Our ass last summer we both got three or fo'
Bitches we bank at first
Embassy playboy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga
We tighter than stitches
He the motherfuckin rapper and
I'm the game spitter
And if you you fuck wit him
I'll clear my bank account on
One of you bitches
And I'll put that on my Ma and my
Pa and they both restin' in peace
It ain't nuttin' in this industry gon' fuck
Wit Baby and little BG
Wit Mannie Fresh beats
Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat
And my Hot Boyz strapped
Ridin' right beside me
Nigga I'll bet a million dolars
To yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel
Nigga to yo' cable bill
It ain't nuttin' in this industry
Could fuck wit Cash Money
Cause we keep it real nigga, believe that

Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac
Like Puff and BIG
Baby and BG tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J, like Russ and Run
Baby and BG tryin to clock a million, what?

I got love for my nigga Baby
He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me
Now we ballin', livin' swell it's gravy
Cause I'm gettin my shine on
Don't you hate me?
BG and Baby, livin good pah
We just determined to hustle and
Get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
We ridin' dirty and I'll put
That on the hood dog

Now what make these hoes thank
That I ain't rich?
What make these niggas think the diamonds
On my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brotha Prime taught me how to
Wear two Rolexes at one time
Nigga I'm gon' shine 'til die
Me and this nigga been together
Since he was twelve hangin out at club
Rolexes daybreak watchin' my
Beeper ring bells
Now I knew this young nigga
Would end up swell
I used my mind to keep him writin' rhymes
Cause I knew he'a be major at one time
Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
It ain't no secret that BG's
A Cash Money superstar

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and BIG
Baby and BG tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J, like Russ and Run
Baby and BG tryin to clock a million
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and BIG
Baby and BG tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J, like Russ and Run
Nigga Baby and BG tryin to clock a million
Ha?

Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy
We take it how you want it
That's the issue nigga
We clockin' it's all gravy
If it ain't about that money we
Ain't havin seein no bitches
We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's
Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee
It's all gravy playboy
How you luv that nigga? We clockin' playboy
If you don't like it that's the issue nigga
Get it how you live playboy
How you luv that nigga?
If it don't make money it
Don't make sense nigga
I wear two watches on my wrist
At fifty G's a piece
How's that look nigga? That's a hundred
I done put two hundred G's on my grill
My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit
Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes
How you luv that playboy?
Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles
Niggas ain't drankin' Tanqu-zay no more
Niggas wearin rangs cost twenty G's
Niggas earrings cost 'em twenty G's
Niggas's rims cost 'em ten G's
Nigga homes costin two mill-ion
Nigga hoes gettin furs
Nigga hoes gettin gators
Niggas just dumpin' playa haters
It ain't no thang boy
How you luv that nigga?
Believe that boy (Man I love yo' momma)