Lyrics:
the club spendin' 50 notes
Leave with 50 girls and 50 folks and we all tote scopes
Guarded like the Pope 'cause we got that bomb on the dope
G-stacks in our
A piece of me is half of this paper
You mother fuckers buggin' over shit that I say but
Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger
When I'm bitchin'
smile and he says ten cents
Now I said boss how come to you to charge me a dollar for the rose
And you charged the young lady only ten cents
Then he
shouldn't rent!(He's a banker!)
That check will cost you 50 cents!
It will cost you 50 cents!
He's a banker and he's says it will cost you 50 cents!
He's
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County
a hundred grand
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Man I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we
me warm when I need you
Baby girl stop the track, bring it back
Forbidden love, I left my morals at the gate
Even in Eden's garden, I pick you over any
to spark
I needed a nickel to make me sum cents
He ain't got a heart cuz he come from the trench
Stepped up to the stage, I'm like ladies and gents
I'm finna
die as long as u right by my side it'll keep replaying
Girl you know i got you and im never gonna gbese
You should let me show you love in 50 different
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
pants
Sexy lady gon do that dance
Come on over when ya sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
I don't know that girl I
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
to your house by me is over
[Chorus]
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
the atmosphere
So girl, quit frontin' and get you're ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner 100 honeys takin'
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