*featuring B.G., Lil Wayne
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[B.G.]
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Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds
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Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown
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Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
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We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
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Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
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Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us
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Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us
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Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
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Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin
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the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips
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back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all
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Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"
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Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there
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Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there
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Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there
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We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share
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I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
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Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract
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Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head
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Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
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We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops
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Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac
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[Lil Wayne]
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Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
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[Baby]
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Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run
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Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns
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Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
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You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
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Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer
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It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
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We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first
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Embassy playboy to hide our riches
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Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches
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He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter
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And if you you fuck wit him
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I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
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And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace
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It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck
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wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
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Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat
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and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me
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Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
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I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill
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It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money
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cause we keep it real nigga, believe that
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[Lil Wayne]
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Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?
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[B.G.]
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I got love for my nigga Baby
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He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me
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Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
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Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?
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B.G. and Baby, livin good pah
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We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
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Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
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We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog
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[Baby]
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Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?
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What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
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My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time
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Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die
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Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve
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Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells
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Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell
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I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes
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cause I knew he'a be major at one time
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Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
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It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar
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[Lil Wayne]
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Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
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Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
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Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?
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[Baby]
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Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy
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We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga
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We clockin it's all gravy
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If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches
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We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's
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Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee
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It's all gravy playboy, how you luv |