Lyrics:
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
I can't trust you If your love ain't real
You claiming that you with me
But I know you gonna squeal
If you keep it 50
Then I gotta give you 10
If you
and red cent (true)
Monopoly is real life when you're fine
She the head of the game (who she is?)
Yo, my homegirl Money Jane
I hope you witness
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
pity
Shout out to the cops who was fifty four fifty
The sun gets hot but it's still a cold city
I'm headed to the top if you gonna go with me
Nah nah you
Yeah I just need like 50 plans
Spent my last like 50 cents
I window shopped like 50 cent
That bitch she right
Ray Bandz on my face I got
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
G-Unit (bah), we in here (bah)
We can get the drama popping, we don't care (bah-bah-bah)
It's goin' down (bah), 'cause I'm around (bah)
50 Cent
G-Unit (bah), we in here (bah)
We can get the drama popping, we don't care (bah-bah-bah)
It's goin' down (bah), 'cause I'm around (bah)
50 Cent
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
Money, cash, coins and bills
Now listen closely and
Bring your math skills
You can tell by their size
And by their decoration
Just how much they're
disrespect is unforgiven (fuck you)
You burn bridges, ain't no jumpin' fences (nah)
And shit go left ain't no comprehension (woo)
And ain't no question,
money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (no)
But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (yup)
Bitch it's President's Day, I'm the president ('course)
discussin' the illest player that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records, ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them (stoppin'
(Banger)
Huh? What?
Yeah, huh? Huh? What?
Nah, nah, huh? What?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Huh? What? Von
Bitch, why you tweakin'
kens
I broke a couple a records
And set a couples trends
Get rich or die trying well I need a quicker lick
Nah I need a 100, what's this 50cents
I
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
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