Lyrics:
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
thought finally had enough
Fire that's inside cant be stopped by a storm
Why we always thinking we know whats in store
One time for the ones that love me
see us floating by
All I know, is money making hoes and smoking endo
If I wasn't high I'd probably know a little more
But since I don't some might
she dating
"Like what type of cent you makin"
Ain't no type of sense she makin up all types of shit
Just for continuous conversation
Slowly tryna slip
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
in a line
So many choices, not enough time
Down to fifty cents, almost time to head home
We sigh and we whine, then moan and groan
The golden age,
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you, mister?
Wash my windows too, if you got time?
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
sense
I say them for free than paying fifty cents
For every lyric could leave a dent
Making history with every word I won't relent
To all my haters I'll
em half a cutie
Real sticky gooey fruity face a L n u woozie
Playing all falls down my favorite song by lil boosie
Another day and st louie got a sale
on the mad life
Took a couple L’s but yeah my head high
Had to focus on my future get my bread right
Smoking all the time to keep my head high
Spending all
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
say
I'm taking sense
No 50 cents
Ain't a game, you should stop with all the foolery
For good or bad, either way it's opportunity
Give your life
the sauce and the thrill make the bill worse
One hitter hit me up saying can I ask you something quickly
He asked can I get your two cents? here's 50
Get rich
ring bells
Papi known for crankin' and causin' hell
I see my opp, I don't talk at all
I'm crankin', tryin break a nigga jaw
We crashin' out every time we
but fifty cents in yo pocket
Don't know what to spend it on, hoping you don't drop it
Like a bad habit, spending on what you want
Not on what you need,
appreciation
After all my damn demonstrations
Shitt yeah ill tell ya how to fix dat
Keep yo head to sky
When its yo time your fly
Aim high
Never dive
Stand tall
Cent in the club
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name
Ayy, ayy
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
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