Lyrics:
I'll tell you what shorty get in man I'll show you how to...
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool you don't want no trouble
Can we lean
Smooth operation, but the money came in knots
Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not
I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more
Counting
in my spirit[00:58.91]I want a drink, I'ma get it by the bottle[01:01.76]I want a pound, I got a ki by tomorrow[01:04.25]Gotta watch what I
since you wanna be famous
If I had it you had it too
1$ we splitting 50 cent food
Nyte just wanna take care of the crew
Big heart you know what I
ahead and take care of me ee
Get that face mask on
Have a spa day
Mask off gonna spoil me
I'm gonna go cray
Get rich or die trying
Just like 50 cent
Man I
out
They say I got no money these niggas be trippin
I got some cents to my name like 50
Niggas be jelly that's why they all in my jiffy
Took your bitch
putting up, that's not them They got more money than cents
Don't let that hand of you in my system I'll get your body, next day I forget it
Nigga, Dre just
Yo another day
Another forty nine cents
Mr., Mr., why you always tryin' to take all our money
Because I am the government
And you have to pay
50
Lil' 50, 50 cents
Bro honestly just like record (like)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
I feel that
Aye
Aye
Yeah yeah, aye
I know y'all missed me and shit
We
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
And she bougie and bad
I can tell by her trait's
I'ma ice out my neck and Versace my waist
The new O-Dog
Pick up the Glock and I twist it
I get me a Fanta,
Like 50 cent you be fucking on many men
After my baby momma I ain't found love again
Post my new chick on my ig rubb it in
Cause I know that my ex bitch
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
Got to get it
Money, power
plans
If I had the money
I'd still act broke instead
I ain't spending shit
Still got my two cents
Wouldn't give that to a bitch
You might as well just
Nothing keeps me sober
Money makes me ova
How you got here nigga
Each day make it colder
Get to where its sunny
I been stacking flow up
Fuck this
that I got hated
Hated how I got played
Get rich or die tryin'
Make hits or die rhymin'
50 cent he went diamond
Lauryn hill she went silent
Eminem
sense
I'm trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
[Bad Azz]
Money and funny niggas don't mix at all
And Cali's the perfect whether to get your chips
can't wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again
My lil' niggas stalk you
Murder that shit before you
of the land
Gon' lose my mind if I'm gone in a can
I ain't gon' show remorse for a pussy nigga man
Turn your life into a movie, put it on demand
Give 50 cent
don't give a fuck if you got talent,
Only got love for your bank balance like, "Give me the wrong!"
(That's where I'm from)
Don't ever get it twisted.
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
We get money ball hard get money ball hard
Get it, get it
As I was riding through the city in my S550
Bad bitch nice titties ass fat like really
I'm super fresh
This the remix
I'm super fresh
This the remix
Get a Kleenex
Making them sick
These niggas mad
Cause I'm
Hold up
They ain't want Cole
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
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