Lyrics:
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I
and red cent (true)
Monopoly is real life when you're fine
She the head of the game (who she is?)
Yo, my homegirl Money Jane
I hope you witness
the judge imma throw a hunnit in his face
This aint sweet and oh so simple
I will get you popped like pimples
Fifty cent will get you dimples
Dat means this
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
of cash, you can't fit that money (Can't fit that money)
From the blocks of the H to tha traps of tha A (Of tha A)
Ain't no time to play, get ya pay
I
at the beginning
One cent, two cent, three cents, four
We get less and they get more
Bought and sold since we were born
They want money we want war
Dirty dollars
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I
Okay I wake up In the morning brush
My teeth and count the money
Stack up all the hundreds
Let my bich get all the twenties
FBI watching and I really
walking round rain on your parade
It's too much that's the same
Taking shots to the face
He charged her 50 cent it rubbed me some type of way
I was talking
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
'm gon? live my life, hey
Thug life, Lord you know me
Yo, yo
So what, you think I'm ?posed to live in the hood my whole damn life
And get married
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
over
Whole city lit Whole city lit
We gonna have the whole city lit
I mean really lit
Yea yea
I’m trying to get really rich
I mean 50 cent
Or ima die
Cheap bricks, that ain't that remix
I got that clean shit
I bulletproof my Hummers
I got Noreaga numbers
Call it Christmas in the summer when
I touch down
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
And I get high with my baby (my baby)
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
I get the bag cuz I run to the money
These niggas be plotting I swear they be funny
They free my brother and he go by P Money
He stay wit' revolvers
Money and the power, money and the power
I ain't fallin short I got the
Money and the power
Yup! Hehehahaha, hehe ha hah hah.. yeah
Money
Where am I gettin the money? mickey d's ain't paid me shit
I'd make up a story, just to get her off my back
Uh oh I got a beep I think my boys are out
leading with commitment
Yeah
Line it up I need that money counted
Times been tough there’s no way around it
By 23 yeah I’ll be living free
But I been
chips
I gets my ruffles joey I got ya
B boy bluffing i'm doin the Hulk Hogan but
They ain't sayin nuthin
You ain't sayin nuthin
I be spendin euros by
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
bigger i ain't never ask niggas
I'm a big dope smoker
And we get it by the load
All this money that we got keep
These bitches incontrol
Ok i feel it now
Road tolls, same clothes, no showers, same socks for hours
And I had to slick talk, me a coward for the power of a dollar
I done dropped a 50 cent, spent
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