Lyrics:
Got 50 cent for my many men
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
Got 50 cent for my mother fucking many men
They
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
rapper shit
I can show you how to track a bin
Doing em dirty you know ima spin
Ian talking bout 50 but I be with many men
Posted in the trenches, fuck
to take this win
努力讓我孩子不止贏在起跑線
Wasting time 導致命不值個50 cent
Pray for opps 窮困潦倒能有五角撿
Tommy Whipping were you at?
Mama I did IT
U didn’t see what I see
We can talk numbers or we can talk shit
I could prolly move a box if you drop a couple cents
I got some big homies that are lookin for some deps
funeral
I sense you like Jason dont speed up now
We playing tag shit ill be it Im tired of you clowns
You begging for mercy but I aint 50 cent nigga
Leave
that's a big black bug,
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug.
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off.
I'm in a milk crate by your
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
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
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta
000 of him in quarters
Add 200, 000 FDR dimes to the order
50, 000 nickels plus five times as many
Right-facing copper-headed Honest Abe pennies
a motherfucker time is money and I ain't got a cent to spare (Haaaa)
This is rare, but so unfair I know this a lot for they souls to bare (Oh Well)
Came in like
I'm Snapping
Going hard no kap'n
Getting it by any means is what
We call trappin'
No middle man I am the Manufacture
Spilt it fifty fifty then own
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
he-ho chase you
Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation
We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender
I'm the number one contender
I got a new
whipping the v like we hippe
She told me use my two cents only cent I know is 50
In the city tryna catch me a drillie
My niggas tote poles I ain't talking
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
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