Bout My Paper-Chingy

Bout My Paper - 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 ni**a 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 ni**a, somebody playa hate split 'em Get yo fetti ni**a, 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 ni**a, somebody playa hate split 'em Get yo fetti ni**a, 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 f**kin' with my sh*t My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out sh*t Sparklin' gold cover my muthaf**kin' grill Pockets filled with big head hundred dollar bills F**kin' 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 ni**a 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 ni**a, somebody playa hate split 'em Get yo fetti ni**a, 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 ni**a, somebody playa hate split 'em Get yo fetti ni**a, somebody stop you kill 'em Oh, I gotta get it gotta grab it, gotta have it Like snortin' d**e 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' a** ni**a Also a gat totter 'bout bustin' some a** ni**a 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 b**ch down bad I'ma hit her Paper chaser ni**a B.G. a money go getter