Lyrics:
the way I be kickin' that lingo
Got 'em thinkin' I know Kung Fu the way I be kickin' that lingo
I'm 'bout to Enter the Dragon
I'm 'bout to Enter
like "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a t-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a t-shirt, that's just silly overpriced
Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought of ballin makes me grind
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
that Nic at Nite
Something slight
Y'all can't dodge fire
Wrist froze but the boy can't stop time
Whip the 89 chevy classic with the brake line saggin
the blue way, I got it tied up
(Tied) big-ass blunts, neph, go'n fire it up
(Fire that shit up, Big Blue)
Nigga, sign with us (yeah)
Thousand for the big
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
feelin' important
Dick her down, she'll be gone by the mornin'
She got them ass shots that I like
Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
She say she got
to the bank
I got money, got bands
I got 50, no cents
She say to spend it, i said I can’t
All of my clothes, designer brand
I got this green, feel like plant
I
deep (deep)
Hundred bad bitches like Freaknik
Diamonds dancing on me like yeet (Iceburg)
I'm that same lil' dusty lil' feet
Nigga got rich, now I
You got that yay, you weigh, I pay, fool that's how it's goin down,
Bring it in zippers, an I'm a bring the body ripper,
The big dipper, wit
Nah, the everythang out
Got a bottle, told that bitch if she don't swallow, I don't need her
Got my brother with me, told that bitch I'm ridin' with
need they dividends
But shareholders only be getting like 50 cents
I'm a CEO, so I'm the one that's giving cents
While I'm in the office counting money,
Trailer 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
Trailer 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
good someday, yeah
Remember having fifty cent to my name
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes, oh but
Two hours of pushing broom buys
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man
been concerned
Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn
Man nobody gave me shit, I wait my motherfuckin' turn (turn)
(Therapy for my
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
yay I just got a lil Wiser
If skies is the limit I'm just tryna go Higher
They think I'm really hot but on the Cool I'm on fire
But I really miss my
in that field
Got that nine tucking (Aye)
Shorty trying to play hard to get
But we stay lit
They come a dime a dozen
Twenties and fifties and hundreds
all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
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