Mannie Fresh - Cash Money is an Army lyrics

sh**'s just to real, respect my mind I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this Verse 1: Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich Try'n to put a way Mil (million) that's why I'm in ths studio on my sh** Droppin rap after rap like we sell Key after Key Backed up by the best Fresh (Mannie Fresh) Drop it beat after beat My click is the HotBoy$ best believe we so Hot! And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block No fake nuts at all n***a we roll to deep With AK's off safety knockin n***as 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 n***a dome for Baby, known as B-3, and all these n***as Know my dog a do the same for me, we family Cash Money Is A Army n***a A Navy n***a So if you ever try to home n***a It ain't gravy n***a Don't playa hate me n***a cause I'll leave your sh** stale Light You're A$$ up Real Good You'll Never Get Well Chorus: Cash Money Is A Army n***a A Navy n***a So if you ever try to harm me n***a It ain't gravy n***a (Repeat x1) Verse 2: 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, n***a f** The World! Ain't nothin change we still flossin in nothin but rides I ain't got to name you know it is on 20 inch tires I know I'm tired of these b**hes try'n to get me k**ed I know I'm tired of these stankin hoes smileing in my grill sh** Just to real and I'm in a battlefield try'n to get my Mil It ain't no secret I got sk**s to pay the bills, I'm climbing up The f**ing hill, Cash Money Highly respected with out a Major Deal, I'm still that Chopper City n***a 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 Chorus x2: My stumping ground is the Mutha Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans) If you want me I can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T A slim n***a with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P A H.B., (HotBoy) a trill n***a, a hard up rider, lay low and be cool I'll meet your on the other side I been thinking bout you day & 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 f**ing these hoes all day & all night! Chorus x2: Cash Money Is A Army n***a A Navy n***a So if you ever try to harm me n***a It ain't gravy n***a