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 Nigga ridin' shinin', me and my nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas could wonder You better thank quick nigga 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 nigga, 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 Nigga, I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill I'll bet my Rolex with my bezel nigga, 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 nigga (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 nigga, 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 niggas think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit? My brother Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes (blinks) at one time Nigga, I'm gon' shine 'til die Me and this nigga 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 nigga 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 Nigga, 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, nigga 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 nigga? We clockin', playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga (playin' right) Get it how you live playboy How you love that, nigga? (Shit) If it don't make money, it don't make sense, nigga I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece How's that look, nigga? 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) Nigga, we just gon' have gold and hoes How you love that playboy? Drankin' Crystal, poppin' bottles (huh) Niggas ain't drankin' Tanqu-zay no more (we ballin') Niggas wearin' rangs, cost twenty G's (caught up with this shit) Niggas earrings cost 'em twenty G's (keep it real) Niggas rims cost 'em ten G's (what else than keepin' it real?) Nigga homes costin' two million Nigga hoes gettin' furs, nigga hoes gettin' 'gators (I don't know what them niggas told them motherfuckers) Niggas just, dumpin' player haters (just keep it real) It ain't no thang boy, how you love that nigga? Believe that, boy Man, I love yo' momma (love yo' momma)