Lyrics:
above.
Bar full of strangers, fifty-cent beer
God Almighty what am I doin' here
Always end up on the floor when push comes to shove,
Can't pick
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
nothing
You don't owe a nigga nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
You don't owe a nigga
Put your cups in the air,
the bando i got her off the
Rebound Quavo Tyler Hansbrough
Free my million dollar niggas
Locked in Statesboro i know a real bitch
She say that it's a fake
I'm rapping
Bitch, we bout that action, ya'll just action figures
Used to play with Ninja turtles, G.I. Joe
Let that G5 blow
Niggas put on the show
Japan
Aye
Yeah, where is your man's
We need to find him, hunt him down
With a 50 round
We got like 50 rounds
Yeah, I smoke by the pound
Ooh, now they hear
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
the talking and put in work (work)
Doomzday on the beat
See me grind nonstop chasing the paper, chasing the paper
Seeing bars more than a jailer, more than ah
cents, way to the way, that I'm trying, that I'm trying before you
So what you furtect
The gas get high and the neighbor doesn't diss rich
Minimum wage,
Houston Rockets yea
Like James
No Harden
Steps to lane please get up off me (And1)
So much to say so much to do
I'm 50 Cent look at me I'm bullet proof
I
gettin’ chips from now
I robbed 50 cent that nigga was shook, I had to get some of that money that Bow WOW took
It’s a hot girl summer, man they’re doing
can't
New hater, new song
It's a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage
Woah
Why is he
the work in
Learning from a failure is the only thing that's certain
I might just go out, catch a rom-com with your mom
Tell her she's the bomb, putting
and mines and no else, no nemesis
Cis, move yo Plankton ass, I'll show how you a tranny sits
In my bag, named it Krusty Krab, you got beat by a fag while she
2-0-6 bend
My click's in, thoughts, they summon up Egyptians
Mixed in with the thug pact
But them same thugs that gave you love back, put scherm in
Uh, G Unit
You understand whats about to happen huh (2x)
(Chorus)
Nigga guess who's bizzack
it's not Beenie Seig or J Hov
50 cent yall niggaz should
keys in
I see an opp and I'm leaving pop the trunk I get to squeezing
Took some losses I got me some scars on my back put the work right in my lap
Know
with him
Showed me 50 Cents "Many Men"
He said they got him once but fucked up cos he ain't dead so he ain't done yet
On and on
And everyone I need in
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
I feel like CJ in San Andreas
Motherfucking helicopter just came out the sky nigga
Yeah leave all that shit
Three twenty two baby girl I'm
mine
Two bad foreign hoes and they both want to go tonight
She finna' go all out
She finna' put in some work
In the mood to spend some money right now
(DJ Chose)
Fifty pounds in the backyard by the
Old car where the dogs at
Tryna sell some dark boy
Need some light food, where that raw at?
Ninety
a way and put GG on TV screens
I’m the one that thug for Zay until the day I gotta leave
Ain’t no more control, bitch we wall to wall we 50 deep
Take down
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