Lyrics:
S-T-Double E-Z oooh
They say you are what you smoke
Bitch I'm OG
All I do is count this money up and stay lowkey
Keep my eyes wide open bitch I get
even when
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like
Drake I'll just vape it off
Shit that was like
50 Cent neither nigga, haha
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
Big boy baggy
Say she love when I go hard
She be grinding 50-50
Made her wet with my guitar
I got her face making she off X
She wanted Lo-ove trust
Girls cancun in the ninety's I am going wild
With the top down crusing down all the crowded streets
Got fifty cent can't get a dollar out of me
Ima
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Late
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my bank account had 50 Cent
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit
But I had Common
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
with this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so
Original rude boi on your scene
Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on
All you bitches drop your drawers witcha stinkin' ass
Just roll
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
I get blowed
Yes I smoke
I get blowed
I blow I blow I blow Yea
I roll I roll I roll Yea
I smoke I smoke I smoke Yea
Yea Im stoned
Yea Im stoned
I
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
mattress i got heart’s on the head i feel like drake but i ain’t light skin 50 cent i got the power to get you off like a light switch he bitch i call him
some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos
my parents is getting concerned now everybody talking about like who the next Big Or Pac 50 Cent Nas Jada or Jay Z no disrespect yeah they hot but i'm
You can have her I done hit the bitch
Many men switched like 50 Cent
Go to court y'all turn to witnesses
If you ain't about it you should quit it
many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga
Whatever
Woah, pressure
This feel like that 50 Cent 99 how to rob shit
Mama on me telling me nigga go get a job shit
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
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