Cash Money Is An Army Lyrics - B.g.

Shits just to real, respect my mind 

I'm tellin' you what's real, I'm a come like this 

Money making is my thing, 'cause I'm tryin' to be rich 

Tryin' to put a way Mil that's why I'm in this studio on my shit 

(Million) 

Droppin' rap after rap like we sell Key after Key 

Backed up by the best Fresh drop it beat after beat 

(Mannie Fresh) 

My click is the Hot Boys best believe we so hot 

And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block 

No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep 

With AK's off safety knockin' niggaz off their feet 

I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in the 98 Lex E-S-3 

I bust a nigga dome for Baby, known as B-3 and all these niggaz 

Know my dog a do the same for me, we family 

Related 

15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to home nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga 

Don't playa hate me nigga 'cause I'll leave your shit stale 

Light you're ass up real good you'll never get well 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to harm me nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to harm me nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga 

I got a path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross 

Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty world 

I play it raw and do my thing, nigga fuck the world 

Ain't nothin' change we still flossin' in nothin' but rides 

Photos 

I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires 

I know I'm tired of these bitches tryin' to get me killed 

I know I'm tired of these stankin' hoes smiling in my grill 

Shit Just to real and I'm in a battlefield tryin' to get my Mil 

It ain't no secret I got skills to pay the bills, I'm climbing up 

The fucking hill, cash money highly respected with out a 

Major deal, I'm still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill 

Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled 

I drop my nuts of in a situation any day 

'Cause on the real B.G. 

'Bout trigga play, trigga play 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to harm me nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to harm me nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga 

My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T 

(Uptown New Orleans) 

If you want me I can be found on V.L. in the 13th 

(Valence Street) 

Rest in peace, my heart goes out to my round L.T. 

A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P 

A H.B., a trill nigga, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool 

(Hot Boy) 

I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day and night 

With out you on my all night flight it don't get right but you know 

One thing I been keepin' it real you 'lil one is like mine 

Ain't go miss a meal 

I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg 

My rolex still winding like you left it fog, me and my click still boss 

Still stunt 4 show I just bout the Mercedes Jeep off the show 

Room floor, our Dawg Valle just touch down 

We just maintaining, represent draining 

Gone to Hotels Training, Training 

Fucking these hoes all day and all night 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to harm me nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to harm me nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga 

Cash money is a army nigga 

A navy nigga 

So if you ever try to harm me nigga 

It ain't gravy nigga