Suga & Pac, Puff & Big (6 Fig) [feat. B.G.]

Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin' rounds (uh)

Two livin' legend paper chasers from uptown

'Bout money and bitches, puttin' haters in ditches (yeah, yeah)

We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions

Our relationship, like Moses and Jesus (holla, holla)

Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin' between us

Two black young kingpin's, that's how they treat us

Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us

**** ridin' shinin', me and my **** be sippin'

The finest wine and spendin' G's, makin' trips

Back and forth to Texas, we flyin', tryin' to make a mill' y'all

'Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball 'til we fall"

Fuck with B, you bringin' B.G. all the way out there

Fuck with me G you bringin' Baby all the way out there

Since 92', 93', our love been there (yeah)

We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money **** share

I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact

Suga Slim just signed a million dollar contract

Lil' Choppa Capone thuggin' quick to bust yo' head

Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at

We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops (yeah)

Way I bust it, look like Suge and 'Pac

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs'

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million

Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run

Baby and B.G. comin' through like assault rifle machine guns

Worth more money than these **** could wonder

You better thank quick **** we hit blocks like thunder

Comin' through a dark tunnel, a black on black Hummer

It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer

We both got three or four bitches we bank at first (gotta be at home)

Embassy playboy, to hide our riches

Me and this young ****, we tighter than stitches

He the motherfuckin' rapper, and I'm the game spitter

And if you fuck with him, I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches

And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin' in peace

It ain't nothin' in this industry gon' fuck with Baby and little B.G., with Mannie Fresh beats

With Suga Slim's brain's behind all this heat

And my Hot Boyz strapped ridin' right beside me

****, I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill

I'll bet my Rolex with my bezel ****, to yo' cable bill

It ain't nothin' in this industry could fuck with Cash Money (nothin' to shit, y'all)

'Cause we keep it real **** (believe that)

Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G

Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs'

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run (Uptown)

Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million, what? (Yeah)

I got love for my ****, Baby

He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me

Now we ballin', livin' swell, it's gravy

'Cause I'm gettin' my shine on, don't you hate me?

B.G. and Baby, livin' good for

We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog (nah)

Fuck with me and my boy, I wish you would dog

We ridin' dirty, and I'll put that on the hood dog

Now, what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?

What make these **** think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?

My brother Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes (blinks) at one time

****, I'm gon' shine 'til die

Me and this **** been together since he was 12

Hangin' out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin' my beeper ring bells (we owned it all)

Now, I knew this young **** would end up swell

I used my mind to keep him writin' rhymes

'Cause I knew he a be major at one time

Now I done rolled in the flyest cars

It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G (B.I.G)

Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs' (Uptown)

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million

Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G (Uptown)

Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock six figs'

Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run

****, Baby and B.G. tryin' to clock a million, ha?

Ain't nothin' could fuck with us playboy (uh, uh, uh, uh)

We take it how you want it, that's the issue, ****

We clockin' it's all gravy

If it ain't about that money, we ain't havin' seein' no bitches (dig, that)

We doin' what we got to do, we clockin' G's (play that)

Lil' Antoine, my lil' partner from Tennessee (okay)

It's all gravy, playboy, how you love that ****?

We clockin', playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue **** (playin' right)

Get it how you live playboy

How you love that, ****? (Shit)

If it don't make money, it don't make sense, ****

I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece

How's that look, ****? That's a hundred (that's a hundred)

I done put two hundred G's on my grill (you did that)

My dog Fresh, 'bout to redo his shit (you did that)

****, we just gon' have gold and hoes

How you love that playboy?

Drankin' Crystal, poppin' bottles (huh)

**** ain't drankin' Tanqu-zay no more (we ballin')

**** wearin' rangs, cost twenty G's (caught up with this shit)

**** earrings cost 'em twenty G's (keep it real)

**** rims cost 'em ten G's (what else than keepin' it real?)

**** homes costin' two million

**** hoes gettin' furs, **** hoes gettin' 'gators (I don't know what them **** told them motherfuckers)

**** just, dumpin' player haters (just keep it real)

It ain't no thang boy, how you love that ****?

Believe that, boy

Man, I love yo' momma (love yo' momma)