Lyrics:
the paper
Got rich off that whippy whip
Almost died trying like I'm 50 cent
Get the shit and then flip the shit
Spend the profit like I'm richy rich
Nigga
Ain't endorsed by Nike, but you know that nigga keep a tech (Check)
Nigga swear he hate me, but he watching me just like a bitch
I ain't gone act like it
shakin' it around a little?
O-o-o oh! Oh my goodness, look at her go!
Oooh! I'm dancing!
Ain't this what living is really all about?
Here's your fifty
hoes ain't worth fifty cent)
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, I just told my nigga that he gotta get rich or die tryin' (yeah, yeah)
I'm livin' life very fast, I
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
shoppin|One thing you should know about me|That I keep them big booty redbone girls all around me|Only take a one big boody redbone, shopping|Picture me
You little fuckboy
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Say she knew my sisters, bitch she knew I was already hot
Feel like 50 cent, I'm
shoulders
And move around just like some soldiers
Cuz they don't want us to get older
We ride thru life like roller coasters
We gone make shit shake and pop
that
A summer like that
The suns creeping up
Thinkin' I mighta had too much baby
It's a 50/50 chance
I'm wakin' up on your couch
Everyone around me
and abandoned they whips
It's just another day in the Dunya
Don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her
Up under the window serenade her like a crooner
Ahaha yeah
I miss the good old days
Riding around listen ta Luda
Listening to Redman
Rapping bout buddha
Eminem and Dr. Dre
Snoop and Errybody
50 Cent was
(No I don't want your number
Keep it real at all times
Just be real with me
Like i said, just keep it real)
If I had to keep it real
Only by my
around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
around
Got bodies underground and they smoking by the pound
Addict to the nic can't breath innout
Buzzy lil choppers finna gunning you down
I'm wanted dead
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
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
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice
Be-Been around the world, and these hoes don't mean nothin'
learn ya teach ya a lesson
You can get these hands for free
Woppin ass is my profession
I got it girl let's ride
Like 50 cent get the strap
Evrything has
There's hogs at the hitchin' post side by side
Gravel lot full of 4 wheel drives
Bud Light sign says .50 cent wings
Throwin' darts in the back is
ain't down to fuck around
It's a no no
Train to never let em have me in a chokehold
All the power just for knocking off a broke mode
Got a lotta love but
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
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
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