Lyrics:
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
Fifty two eighty
And I'm flying high
Baby can we touch the sky
I'm in fifty two eighty
It's two am on most Denver nights
I'm in fifty two eighty
What the fuck?
Ayo, Whoo Kid, run that shit back god damn
Yeah, I like to shout out my nigga 50
You know, for introducing me to
So many celebrity
tonight
Walk away if you're afraid to try
But tell me what you want
To do with your life
Cause on the day you die
I'll be by your side
Okay, I guess so
The few little pesos that I had, exactly fifty nine with thirty cents.
Don’t go to work, the streets will be patrolled
Don’t touch your loved ones, don’t
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
up close
You can find me there
I'm in the clouds
Puffin' loud
Burnin' by the
Pound that window down
Air it out
Bass loud like blastin' sounds
Yeah,
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
How you start the beef and then send me to court?
When I hopped out the car you was still on the porch
Bitch
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These
hoes man these hunnies think the 50 cent
I ain't tryna judge but they've all been through too many men
No way that you top these flows
That's your girl
[incomprehensible] like you don't care
If you ?bout it I don't doubt it
Show me that you're sho? ?nuff ?bout it, bout it
I?ma get rich or I?ma die tryin?
I ain't 50
want the feature then hit me
But if yo shit weak imma ask for the fifty
You actin too iffy
You needa split in a jiffy
You on that fuck shit then miss me
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
day (woo)
And my Ruth's Chris was Chick-fil-a (baow), and a fifty cent cake (woo)
Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak)
Yeah, I
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
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