Lyrics:
the cash i get
Way to pass on getting rich
This shit so addictive bitch
Withdrawl just from fifty cent
The fuck y'all put me onto this?
I got
' niggas go penny pinch (yeah)
I got some millions off of 50 Cent (woo, 50)
Time to switch up the remedy (switch it)
My nephew, my nephew was innocent
slipped and fell on my dick
Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil' cents
I got rich, they ain't seen me since
Now it's all
I said I'm moving like a soldier move
My bitch is unapproachable
When I shoot my Uzi man
I do that lil' shoulder move
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Break
Trailers 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
The biggest sin is to worry
I'm all on the court
Ion hoop but I got a jersey
Gone give her lil 50 racks
She be happy getting a surgery
The whole world doomed
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
(Ha Oh Oh)
(Yeah Uh Huh Yeah)
(Yeah, jump in the pool like it ain't no, I jump in the pool like it ain't no, fishes)
(Jump in the, what what?)
I jump
we be play by dog rules
Lil' bro say he wet the whip, he turned it to a car pool
Please don't treat me like no rapper, real deal stepper
Fuck a rap
paycheck
Don't claim my lil' cousin, heard that nigga turned homo
He diss me on the 'Gram and got killed for some promo
I just scammed a rich ass rapper
we had just got Left For Dead
Get Rich Or Die Tryin' like 50 Cent
Long gone the days of you in my bed
Just tryna focus on my future ahead
But after
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
up, tighten up
Mama, I'm rich
Mama, I'm rich
I'm on that new shit
She on my dick
I ride around with that pool stick
If you loosen your grip better
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
God did, God did, I'm a witness (woo)
I just sent fifty bottles to bitches (woo)
Know the gang in the VIP by the pendant
Still in a meeting, be back
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
-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no
like it's a demon
Curt McGirt, hop out, the whip the cleanest
I can tell by my auntie's face
She really need it neighbors used to call me
A lil' dirty
my main don't Act Right
Nothing to something
That's the whole goal of the shit
A penny to to a dime
A dime to 50 cent
I'm tryin to get rich
Nothing
on my 50 cent shit get the fucking strap aye
Im gon be famous they gon know my name
Cause bitch ima star ima star ima star
Ima ball ima ball ima ball
Im
u know for sure it wasn't no bitch with me
Cause many man wish death a pon me 50 cent
The same day I cash out on the car I'm gettin tent
My earrings
a glance
Through my eyes
And you'll see all the times
They tried to break the man
Breakin down these pussies my myself
I don't need many man
50 cents is all
problems, don't make me mad, huh (don't make me mad)
I'm too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches,
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