Bout My Paper Lyrics - Jackpot Back - Chingy

Un huh, I'm 'bout my feddi by all means 

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

I ain't touching the mic if it ain't 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 that's how I get it 

I struggle hard and if it's 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 ain't no stoppin' us boy don't try 

When you hear it once it ain't 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 

Ain't nothin' change still a busta wig splitter 

Straight hustle for my chesse I'ma money go-getter 

'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 

'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 

It's all about Benjamins, that's 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 

'Cause 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 

'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 

'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 

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 'cause 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 'cause 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