Lyrics:
Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all
One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA
Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA
Three, two, one,
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
useless if yo stack don't have Ulysses S Grant
That's the 50s is you with me let's hit the bank then
Money like music I Benjamin Franklin
I'm out for
ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get ya up
See 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay wit' heat
I can't go commercial,
money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sittin' on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
slap you with a 50 and you'll take the chair
You'll die by the money, so you lie bout the money
I ain't ever gon be broke so don't you cry bout it to me
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
don't make cents/sense
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they
25 Cents 2 sides choose wisely
Heads or tails they can lead to fatalities
100 Dollar bills can make life seem peaceful
We all know money is the root
and we stay sucka free
I don't what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a motha dolla outta me
Break u off with 50 cent for the bus and I'm out
If it
to be (What!?)
I had ya pussy in my hand I owned it
Then I'm gettin' gone just like the moment
'Cause If I ever cuff I'm an idiot
Let's you call 50 cent
to the ground, saw 50 cents, aye
I had 21 questions
And I split that shit with bro bro
Now everyone, everyone got a section
It's like hell every studio session
(Say something crazy)
(Wait what?)
Dirty dancing by myself riding solo
Fuck your Instagram I do not want no photos
Keep my dubs on the low low
Cold
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
Never switched on my dogs
Never snitched on my bros
And I always put
The money for the hoes
But there's things I done
That nobody knows
I been good
to keep this shit low pro lil bihh wanna bring her friends thru
I'm on stage whylin holling nigga sound like Fatman scoop
Everybody wanna be 50cent but
diss
Guess I made them hot tell them why you piss
Is it cause your girl going down on my
I got fifty on the liq
I got hoes getting lit
I got O's by
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
Discuss these hoes by 50 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In