shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my
makin' Gs ta makin' mills I'm a treal B.G. uptown hard hitter On the real my nigga I'ma money go-getter 'Bout my paper, my chesse so before my eyes close I want my
Traduzione: BG. 'Bout My Paper.
I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat Aint nothin change still a busta wig splitter Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter (Chorus) 2x Bout my paper my chesse so before my
But I'm all about my paper you can call me tom hanks But my pockets fat as hell so I call phillip banks I stay up in my zone so you niggas in my mode
my sunshine, and let's make it like old times We together, like A and B And I cannot see, you not being a part of me Love flows, through my arteries
Y'all don't know, bout the Cadillac grills And the hundred dollar bills, we spend on the wheels Y'all don't know, bout the trunk and the bang Bout the
Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you With the ready power, tucked in my guess under my Eddie
Plane In The Back Of A G5 Got My Legs Bout A Mile High Got You Gripping On My Thighs Boy Ya Hands On Fire Poppin Bottle Looking At My Shadow How We Get
my 600 over juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye that it's them same niggaz that bucked at me but it wasn't my time to die ah pull out my thang
to call me I can think of some nouns Mr. Hoe Hopper, Trick Knocker, Free City My g's getting depp like P. Diddy I'm feelin like B round looking for my
[B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
bullshittin' nigga my dream is to make a mil Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa haters get killed Young trill Baby Gangsta into pimpin' them hoes But before I trick the hoes my money goes to my
s I've been affiliated with killers all my life That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so- (-Hook [B.G.]) [B.G.] It's on if it's on
money, I supply my fuckin habit B.G. jockin? Never, bitch you cant handle Have fakes and they done, the bitch gets ass broke That's how it is, all my
my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This
I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac The head shot took me under I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number [B.G
