Lyrics:
over-respected, my mama gated community's overprotective
So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch
Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 fifty times a day
Back when
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Mm-mm-mm, girl you taste good, you my food, girl
(Charlie)
I've been feelin' you for
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
the girl with the D's
Maybe we'll have a fling
But I've only got
Forty dollars
Forty dollars
Forty dollars
And seventeen cents
Forty dollars
Forty dollars
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
BabyGirl yeah you are a keeper
He must don't know what he got yo face should be framed like the Mona Lisa
Come over let a real nigga drop some in lets make
I can't resist your love
Noo nooo nooo nooo
Meet me on the dance floor
Sexy girl
Come do yo ting gyal
Mia yuh king
Mia come sing fi yuh
Ah ah
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
I'm up next
Only been a year
Still clapped back
Ain't talkin chairs
I'm like 50 cent to the 3rd power
Trust me you don't wanna take me There
it, throw it)
She doin' tricks that make a nigga wanna spend (blow it, blow it)
Girl, you know you got me fascinated (uh-huh)
Just keep on dancin'
ain't talking disney
Yeah you know you ain't better then 50
Ain't no way that you better then 50
You know it's bands over bitches
My money come first,
alright[00:52.31]Come on over to my crib baby[00:55.50]You love me without my drip baby[00:58.74]I love you so much my heart skips baby[01:02.05]Shot my shots 0 miss
(Woo) , came up off them Snack Packs
50-cent for Shastas
Itchy blop' up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box
We had to have that
Made us heavy
baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire
Girl I want you
crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump, jump)
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists
(You don't own me)
Nah, man, not quite finished yet
(I'm not just one of your many toys)
Haha, woo
Girl, I think you just might've tried
Bad bitches let ‘em in / Nigga I like em Caucasian and cinnamon/counting up many man / pockets on 50cent I count up many men / they know how I get it
The king he sent to look for me
A sergeant he did say:
“Young man, a soldier you must be
For fifty cent a day”
For fifty cent a day did I
Take off
it
Greeted one time I texted one time
And she come over I beat it
But I never skeeted
Never keep it we gon' leave it
Leave it to Bieber
Caught your
yeah
If time is money it's a lot of money spent
She said she was picking me over him, That's common sense
I said girl you know you cost a brick just
girls cool but I've starring at you
I gotta tell you baby girl you are my favorite one yea
Bend it over
Bend it over
Bend it over
Bend it over
Bend it
line.
All day they be servin' them 50 packs,
Came to the table and count about 50 stacks,
Caz I know somebody who can come right over the border
That
love again
Come on
(Chorus) (Last Emperor)
Over and over and over and over again now
(Damn girl, why you got to go though this?)
Over and over and over
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