(Do you have any idea who you're talkin to?)    [ VERSE 1 ]  The name of the game is gettin paid, gettin paid is the name  But there's some niggas out there doin some fucked up things  You shot another nigga for nothin  If I'ma shoot a muthafucka I'ma shoot his ass for somethin  Asked him did he have some money, he said no  He said the reason he shot him cause he was a straight up hoe  The nigga stepped to you and you wasn't goin for it  So you killed him and got shit to show for it  Before you was a broke muthafucka, check it  But now you'se a broke muthafucka with a murder record  Did a killin just to prove you was a down nigga  But any nigga can pull the muthafuckin trigger  If you wanted to prove you can go  You shoulda put the muthafuckin gun away and went toe to toe  But you'se a hoe, you couldn't go, so you shot first  Send another nigga ridin away in a hearse  And the judge gave you life on your first offense  But if it don't make dollars, man, then it don't make sense    [ VERSE 2 ]  I'm standin on the corner, tryin to feel my money clip  Hopin that one of these geekers don't start to trip  From down the street comes Baby G  The muthafucka always wants somethin for free  The nigga asked me to see a dime  Dig it, I had the feelin I was gonna get jacked all the time  He snatched my dimes and tried to make the block  I squeezed my trigger and let off six or seven shots  Been knowin G ever since he was a little baby  He started smokin and the muthafucka went crazy  Man, I hate it had to end that way  But fuckin with my money, G, you know I don't play  Why can't you fools just take a hint  Cause if it don't make dollars, man, it just don't make sense    [ VERSE 3 ]  He wants to be a big man, got everybody thinkin he's in control  Out there frontin just to impress them hoes  Talkin like he got it goin on so much  Not knowin he was settin himself up  Claimin he's the biggest on the block  Say he's movin ki's when he's really sellin rocks  Big talk from a small time sucker  Got everybody watchin him, includin them undercovers  Got them white folks thinkin he's a kingpin  And they wanna send his ass to the federal pen  All that talk got his ass thrown smooth in jail  Now he's tryin to tell the truth, about how much he sells  But them white folks ain't even listenin, gee  To them you're just one more nigger off the street  They gave him cases he ain't have nothin to do with  And now he realize his frontin don't pay shit  Now all he can do is reminisce  Cause if it don't make dollars, fool, it just don't make sense