[B.G.]  Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind  Trying to come up I need every single dime  5, 9, 6, 51, 09  Look out for me, give me something properly, 100g  Drop it on Ivana street to protect it  I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies  I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me  A team with a little Terrance and a little g  Alfred, Onry and Billy  Crazy phat, and my nigga Tyree  So when my nigga come home I can put him on his feet  Cuz I'm straight till the one put the drop on me  Run it through the one and only staller  It's a young G, nuthin else than a young baller  4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you  And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew  I'mma roll and show the rest of my niggas  Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger  I just busted B on his 200 g's  He called DC and order 20 more keys  I got K-C and Sam running on his brother  In pewee running in the U.P.T.  3 showed up, and the roofed came down on BFD  We got it all, so show us the 17  The B.G. is on top of Shacollars  Dream came true by becoming a young baller    Chorus:  Baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me  I'm B.G., and I'ma put em in the U.P.T.    [B.G.]  Shits getting fleded, I got mine  A niggas trying to take it  It's must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb  It's the dumbest shit, I'mma take it bust your shit  Now some rookies trying to show me up  Ain't that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me  I'm a jack so I gotta bring out the kid in me  Act to flack of the 3 OD  Clowns should've done what they did to me  Bust hollow tips slugs  And they nasty ass  Digging dirty from behind my stash and cash  100 g's, wit ease, nigga please  What I do for my years, and what I'ma do for my cheese  I learned from the best, had to pass the test  Ain't nuttin but a left hole in the left side of my chest  Fuck wit me and you gonna learn  And you gonna get snuck, motherfucker what's up  Ballers walk me out all night  And kibblers dogs with silly ass falls  I'm slippin, how you figure nigga  It takes street smarts to be a young baller    Chorus    [B.G.]  Now I'm bout my grip, gotta get my cheese  Gotta bout be my skrees, bustin niggas to they knees  I'm coming through your house with the glocs  Do whatcha got, I got a chopper  I gotta trunk full of funk for the haters  I'm always in the paper, me and my niggas are cappers  I'm hustler, bitch bustla, body disgusta  I'm the nigga you can't trust, I'm a fuck ya  Seein niggas comin down from Cali  They say "yay" it's 4:00 friday  They come and serve some people a couple of keys  I gotta hits it, I don't know, they gotta leave  Fix the sleeve, meet me in the medigree  At the tele, they gonna get buried  I already got it, straight down flat  Run in and out, click clack of packs  4 niggas 4 keys, 4 tryin to play  I gotta correct it, split it 4 ways  I'm about having things, thats all I've been hoping  It's open, so lets bust the town open  B.G. turns to stand taller  Picture all there is, is teenage ballers    Chorus    [B.G. ad libs]