Lyrics:
heart is worth about ten cents
I've been adding it up
To see where it went
The love we shared and the time we spent
Now I gotta get straight
I gotta get
know
Designer everything
We let the money blow
Versace, Versace
Rock all gold, it's Deezy Rockiee
Pockets got fat, filled up with broccoli (Filled up
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, iller than
Malibu on my yacht (twenty-five hoes)
I got twenty-five M's in the bank, no cap, no lie (yes sir) (twenty-five)
Run up an M, ain't trickin' (run it up
Forty dollars
And seventeen cents
I could get a twelve pack and a Big Mac meal
I could get a grip of scratchers, hope I come up on a mill
I could pay
this
Oh it's that little fool again
This might be C's flow
He finna make me cool again
5 by 5 by 5
I'm finna turn that shit to a 10
You is not that guy
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
the green
How the fuck I make thirty grand a
Year with Dukes holding a Master's degree?
It makes no sense so I make those cents
Using my mind and using
is important when im in my hotel room its full of females
All these producers wanna work wimme blow up my phone
And they send me these beats to my
a second, I'm finna put some fire to this joint, mmh
It's the bomb, niggas finna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics (Atlanta at the Olympics)
Niggas be
Flashback, nineteen eighty-two
It's a Saturday, and I'm with my crew
After the cartoons, we're ready to go
Got a five-dollar bill, ready to blow
How they say I'll never make it i ain't even done
Don't need your 2 cents need blue faces by the ton
Tsai shen I'm his Son
Asian god with the funds
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
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
After sipping too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking its all rap
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It
After sipping too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking its all rap
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
quiet i said, "Fuck it"
Hit the shower like a jackpot
The weed got my teeth
Off-white like crack rock
Toothbrush from the 99 cent store
I got a million
ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It's 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit
the sprite
But me I pop em straight hit da tea n lean to da side boosted up
Like I'm on jigga's call it live after five
Slushed out on da camera wit dat 9-8-5
the scene all red but I'm fine by it
Shoot him up like wick
Stand by my word ion trust no tricks
Bought some brand new kicks
Mess around, try to play, im
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
Burl Ives - Blow Ye Winds
'Tis advertised in Boston, New York and Buffalo,
Five hundred brave Americans, a-whaling for to go, singing
Blow, ye
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