[Intro]
(Do you have any idea who you talkin' to?)

[Verse 1]
The name of the game is gettin' paid, gettin' paid is the name
But it's some niggas out there doin' some fucked-up things
You shot another nigga for nothin'
If I'ma shoot a motherfucker, I'ma shoot his ass for somethin'
I asked him did he have some money? He said no
He said the reason he shot him 'cause he was a straight-up ho
The nigga stepped to you and you wasn't goin' for it
So you killed him and ain't got shit to show for it
Before you was a broke motherfucker, check it
But now you's a broke motherfucker with a murder record
Did a killin' just to prove you was a down nigga
But any nigga can pull the motherfuckin' trigger
If you wanted to prove you could go
You should've put the fuckin' gun away and went toe to toe
But you's a ho, you couldn't go, so you shot first
Sent another nigga ridin' away in a hearse
And the judge gave you life for 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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker 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' keys 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', G
To them, you're just one more nigga 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