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
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
Traduction: BG. 'Bout My Paper.
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
t reached my cruising altitude Take a look at what I did but can you imagine what I'm about to do The places I'm bout to go and the money I'm bout to
kick it but no I don't play soccer I'm all about my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker A package on the way you know my whip game proper And off of
Travi, and I got this Beamer from nothing If they ain't talking bout paper, just tell them end of discussion And now that I'm getting money, my neighbors turn to my
plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him
block of Screwed Up Texas [Hook: x2] Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses
I got three on me My baretta on me, so don't reach homie They call me Duke Ali, when I'm banging that pistol Cause my gun and my vest, is a military issue
Z-Ro not no hoe thogh I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa And put you to bed, for talking down on a O.G
spitting bullshit, like they retarded Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs With my
in my click, and I keep thugs on my block [Hook 1 - 2x] I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with my chrome I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm
bout to run for the ciminal of state [chorus] Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo) Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.) If you wit
Plane In The Back Of A G5 Got My Legs Bout A Mile High Got You Gripping On My Thighs Boy Ya Hands On Fire Poppin Bottle Looking At My Shadow How We Get
bout to feel the wrath of a menace Sucker, I hit 'em up [2Pac:] Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp You know how we do it All my real homeboys in
Got My Number 2 Pencil, Now Show Me The Paper, I'm Drivin The Whip, I Can Show U The Papers, I'm Knockin That Usher, I Think It's Called Papers, Up In
