Lyrics:
we ain't lazy, boy, we bout to get busy
Said, foreign money, Gotti, I run the city even when I'm not in the city
I'ma tell you one more time, boy, you
buss down house, shout PT (Shout him)
No block I'm repping, bag when I'm stepping, tryna get the rest in (Ayye)
Young boy active, loves to clap, tryna
All of my family they know I gotta get it
I been counting up on nothing but hundreds and fifty's
Sipping on Henny, drinking on Remi
All of my liquor is
I'm Only coming back by popular demand
Spend a hundred and fifty I do that shit just cause I can
I ain't driving no rari I just been swerving in
the camera and phones
I came to get dirty and I got one goal
To leave out a legend by any means
Ride the storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell
I want is a good time
By getting in the 50 yard line and bump and grind
We can get our grub on but I ain't spendin' a dime
Except for (..?..)
of the club
We 'bout to get right niggas! (We 'bout to get right niggas!)
We 'bout to get right niggas! (We 'bout to get right niggas!)
All my bitches with
could fuck with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
And 50 holla at your boy get that loot and ride
But please don't make the mistake
could fuck with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you want to play
And 50 holla at your boy get that loot and ride
But please don't make
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
boy tryna get bigger
It's Friday night, it's just me and my nigga
We on the hunt, on the scout
Tryna turn a bitch out
And when we get 'em, dig how we
Hundreds and fifties
Big ole ass and titties
Count my green know what I mean
Get in between those jeans
Texas gold
I was born to mack
Run through
speeds
Sip the Wock', we get high as Jesus
My neck
Wrist and ears and my fingers freezing
He say he sell dope, but I don't believe him
I drive this four oh
passin me by
Name droppin just to get you some props
That shit it really needs to stop
This is where I thicken the plot
It’s no frontin nah no frontin
save myself $50, every time I shop I save myself $50
Don't be back talking to me little boy, I know you got family in China
I'll get the CCP to execute
dippin'
Un-forgiven by so many men who wish to 50 Cent him
Talkin' bout how is he still shittin'?
Thought by now he would be empty
All this power in my
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
an get ya, but I'ma get ya later on
I'm all bout me an mine
Fuck the snitches, fuck the bitches
Keep an out when we ride
'cause we on a mission for
like to party
I am Shaq and they are Vlade; boy you softer than Chobani
While I'm wavy; John Tsunami, what I'm kickin is karate
If your mission is my
Baby come and hold this
Let's get into our motion
U got that magic potion
I want to come and hold ya
Like baby ima toast to ya
I got some shit
by some hot shells?
Imagine being tossed around and put in jails
Imagine life when you can't get from under
Imagine niggaz at ya when you done fo'
and choke dimes till I get my two cents back
Yeah penny for your thoughts this ain't no Alice Is Awake
Bitch it's Wizard of the Oz who the fuck died and made
work at State Farm
That .40 by my side, incase shit get messy
That .40 got my back, you know that we besties
It sit on that buttstrap like it's over
that EDD stop comin' in
You better get a job
Got on a LV sweatsuit, yeah
They thought that I was joggin'
If ya got some' to say
Say it with yo' chest,
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