Lyrics:
sense
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalor
Now my money so long, I can pop your
I lost 50 then lost 50 then lost 50
The first fell out my pocket
Phone ringing, I reached in to get it
Ain't have my wallet on me I was slippin
ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get ya up
See 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay wit' heat
I can't go commercial,
money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sittin' on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
'm listenin'
Money keep callin' like, "Glock, come get me"
Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
Shit, should've bought a Continental Bentley (let's go)
Just
money
20 50 Hunnids
All my people
Making money
Only messing with them dimes
Making money
So let's making money
Let's get dat
Hunnid 50s
Left flip dat
My
six's got me big big wheelin'
Money over bitches, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame
So it's no time for me to beef
recently…
[Gucci Mane]
She want to sex me of course
Cause I pull up in a Porsche
I make love to the money
But she get moist off my voice
Got a shit load
bitch I'm hot
How can I not get all this money give all my niggas in the hood a block
Buy a drop and another watch then flex some more nigga how can I not
Attitude I got yellow diamonds on my wrists
I carry piss just like a bladder do
Adderall I had a few
Feel like fifty cent cuz many men wish death upon me
pence at a club thrown by 50 cent
Man exposure can’t fucking pay rent
I live for wealth man y’all live for captions
One knee down America’s captain
But
[Kool Keith]
No accounted, my lawyer keepin' checks on the low
Money, expenses for trips I didn't know
Agencies finding shows I couldn't get myself
cents
I get commas in my checks
You get tattoos on your neck
Had to make a little flex
Trust in the process is gonna be next
We be grinding til the music
this shit
Stay close to my pastor every day I repent
Use to blow all my money now I stack every cent
And fuck some new friends I'm still rolling with
sound, call me
You want da G-mix, call me
Da remix, Ya ya
Ooh, nothing else wey Dey I go do
Money I go spend upon you
Girl I wanna do right by you
Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B 'More to deep throat (yea)
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I
[50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Cashville, Tenekee!
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit ~
through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles
but i do not talk alot
Aint bout the money then fuck is we talkin bout
Aint have no dad
Chasin a bag
Aint have no money
I aint have no swag
Remix
on the flo,
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo,
She wanna drop n gimme 50
Drop n gimme 50, drop n gimme 50
Girl drop n gimme 50
Drop n
up the posse, It's time to get drippin'
I'm freakin' each sunroof, to keep ya suckers trippin'
Everybody's lookin', if your jealous, turn around
who am I to judge?
I gave 50 cent to many men. Time went back had me looking at my watch like
Don't be living your life by somebody time line.
Life's
"Maybe I could rent it for your birthday
Matter of fact I need a favor for the remix
Maybe I can get some 50s for your birthday"
Ayy, get to sneakin'
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