Bout My Paper Lyrics

B.G - Bout My Paper Lyrics

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Bout My Paper Lyrics

[Talking] B.G.

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



Verse: 1

Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar

I aint touching the mic if it aint 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 its 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 B.G.

Me and my nigga B like Suge and Pac

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

Look aint no stoppin' us boy don't try

When you hear it once it aint 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

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 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



Verse: 2

Its all about Benjamins thats all I wanna have

Ducked off in my house with a hoe 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 aint far from makin' Gs ta makin' mills

I'm a treal B.G. uptown hard hitter

On the real my nigga I'ma money go-getter



(Chorus) 2x



Verse: 3

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 B.G. a money go-getter