Lyrics:
out of nothing safe to say we doing magic
Get up and count the money money mind frame
I told my bitch that I don't wonna play them mind games
Ide rather
discussin' the illest player that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records, ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them (stoppin'
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
Money man
Money man
Money man
I gotta get to the money man
Money man
Money man
I got that shit that won't fit in a rubberband
Money man
Money man
I do a 50cent get rich or Die trying
I got a motto
Get rich or die young i hate trying
I go in for it ,spend nights on the street ,in the cold i go in
dick
100 and 50 a road to a milli the king of the city you know who it is
I'm not a midi we fixing to get litty I buss on a titty then space in this
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
but hey
It tastes like money as soon as I throw it up
You can get the bar's open
Car's foreign
Sully, Nikque? Dark horses
Dom? Pour it
Times, Forbes
If it aint bout some money you gone have to leave a message
You Don’t Understand? Lemme change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21
We gon get this money and remix all the shake
A price scam: my ice is priceless
I'm legendary shooting dice with Mark Price
Bitch
It's 5 twice 2 twice
(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,
Marvel hit man nigga, D on the beat Ay yo, you sell these motherfucking rocks on these niggas dawg Just to get that money right, just to get by You
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
Ayy
Wop
Go get rich together
Ayy Wop
Wop
Guwop gang
Ganktwin
Mothafuckas be sneaky and 50 as shit
Fallin apart aint the money a bitch
I
show up
Money coming fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood,
pussy, I got her out my mix
Ha, she what me to buy that BBL, pfft, it's a trick
We done put this shit on many men, ha, 50 Cent
You a ho, but you
I live it, What I make I flip it
Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it
Young Money!
Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed
Just
plated
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
its about money, you can count me in
I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to ten
End up missing f***in with Millz, never found again
Rappers
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
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