Lyrics:
G-mix, I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
Yeah, G-mix, this the remix (hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
Uh
Same old shit (shit), just
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
shit and I like to buy shit
Shit, I'm gettin' stupid money, what else we gon' do with money?
Bitch, we be ballin' out, the king, bring me fifty bottles
need they dividends
But shareholders only be getting like 50 cents
I'm a CEO, so I'm the one that's giving cents
While I'm in the office counting money
Arrogant Worms
Proud to be a Banker
Proud to be a banker!
I'm proud to be a banker!
I'm proud to be a banker!
‘Cause I get to play with other
Tell my haters I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
I'm sorry (I'm sorry) , I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
I'm sorry, I just keep gettin money
(get money) get money
(get
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You
Y you taking this too far
Woman: Come on, get up
Man: sucks teeth Rick'll give me some money
Man: Chill out, I'll go tomorrow
Pass me a beer
Well I
'll put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
I remix the money my nigga
I triple the double my nigga
It's been a minute my nigga
Please let me finish my nigga
I'm back up in it my nigga
100 yards
[50 Cent]
Now play my Tony Yayo shit
Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Back seat of the Caddy truck
to me or call me dad
I will always be here for you however I can
But if you ever get bored or have any questions, man
Come by for a while
Or you can even
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
& these haters sour
Can't get rich working by the hour so I'm trying to ball like Dwight Howard
I need the money I need the power, I can't get it acting
to make our profits bro
roll through the town talking shit get your wig split
especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean
"When's this
Ship I've heard so much about
Gonna get in?" It's
Ridiculous I'm sick of this
Shit driven witless
Can I get a witness? Can I get ten cents
don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition", like, 50 Cent
Want the, "Finer Things", in this, life I live
So I'll, grind til I die… grind til 'the end
Money
away like you fake
Straight out PA short Texas, servin' trees on the West
A money makin' machine, nigga I do it best
With the cream and the cash, by any
her paper if
It's there she gon get it
When the money gone she gon'
Be the fuck gone wit it (hey)
I mean come on, she like Luis Vuitton
Yorkie in
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
And I get high with my baby (my baby)
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
news
Walking dollar sign I cant keep it in the piggy bank
S and P 500 I get 10 percent on this
They judge me by my medicine cant even fuck with this
I
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