Lyrics:
a crew neck
I can rap for hours nigga, I can go for days shit
My 50 cent with power on his 50 Shades of Grey shit
I been clocking in for hours I need 50
and fill it in
50 cent my circle , small, ain't talkin' many men
I make shit, shit like I'm made of hydraulics
Tryna mention my name, man, no switchin'
a mansion inside of the womb
Got hundreds and fifty's all over my room
Surrounded by riches I'll die in my tomb
I'm so rich
Car go zoom
I had a mansion
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad, that's probably why y'all mad
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad,
Supersonic
Hook Intro [Money Money]
Fifty plus fifty i keep it a hunnid
Bought her titties and flattened her stomach
Purp drank until I vomit
Home Alone
I'm home alone
I'm home alone (lone lone lone)
Step in Prada, I look pretty
I'm just runnin' through your city
I make cents, but I'm not 50
One dollar we gone split,
Fifty cent, fifty cent
I get a soda, you get chips
You give me some, i let you sip
Remember how we hit that lick
Then
To Explode Cant Just Fuck Any Hoe Cause They Quick To Expose
Surrounded by family I love my woes
You can't pay me shit to step on they toes
Forever I Gotcha
a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up
oversized everything
Got hella bars
Fuck bitches
Got the whole club on me
I brought stitches
Got it on my own
Never asked bout' no opinion
Now I'm in
(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich
the club, I feel like 50 Cent
Order bottles, order models, then they bring them in
Made her focus on the tip like it's Ritalin
Made her choke, spit it out, I
that's what the fuck you get, played silly, now you mad, you can't be my bitch
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Mama, don't worry, they gon' die
Inspired by women, niggas say that I treat em different
Niggas be bitches, hoes be bitches, I don't see no difference
Shawty my aim is different, DC
restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Now watch
unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Now watch how I do this shit
Oh, oh,
restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Now
mane, I pour it by the four (yeah, yeah)
When they least expect it when you kick in a door
Every time I fuck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
stomach
Ridin' on greyhounds, niggas turned on me
Bitches try to play me, but you know I'ma stay smilin
Yeah, I stay wildin', don't give a fuck what they
socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm
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