Lyrics:
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
I don't kiss and tell
Fuck these hoes, I do better by myself
My mama call me up and asking me why I'm so wealthy
My teeth so white, bitches ask why
on yourself
When you see me rollin in luxury
I won't fuck witchu, so don't fuck with me
I'm just ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I look at all the young hoes
I like my bitches picky
But I can't let these bitches trick me
Seen a opp and he ran like Ricky
Cooling out in New York feel like 50
She fuck with
to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad
Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibut steak
Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the silver plate
make your bitches not important
Milly rockin' through the city pop a pity by the garden
Know you niggas can't afford it
And these bitches can't ignore
bitches not important
Milly rockin' through the city pop
A biddie by the garden
Know you niggas can't afford it
And these bitches can't ignore me
I did shit
Started out with 50 cent
I'm not like many men
I grab her by the waist
Don't care if she BBL or slimmy thick
That money make my palmies itch
Coupe
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
[Intro - Jammie Sommers] (RZA):
Yo, yeah yeah, yo what?
(Gotta spit on these bitches real quick)
Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what?
fuck around put that pussy on my taxes
Had to hit it on the floor she keep squirtin on my mattress
I only trust you them other bitches is some actress
to my mother
I swear when my momma dies, that's when I'mma die
Fuck bitches get money, Young Money go hard
Skate hard, big B's no honey
Got that drop
on that gasoline in the VIP
They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline
Cause all these bitches want to do
Is jump on the dick i hop over fence
I'm offended by
mane, I pour it by the four (yeah, yeah)
When they least expect it when you kick in a door
Every time I fuck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
every zone
Yeah 1 through 6
Nigga don’t you swing my door
For less than a brick
I got more power in the street than 50 Cent
(50) if I was on molly still
fuck around put that pussy on my taxes
Had to hit it on the floor she keep squirtn on my mattress
I only trust you them other bitches is some actress
You
with me
Shootin' ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty
A fifty
It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin' busy, busy
Niggas screaming they don't like me
Fuck them
the parks
A lot of shit I say go over heads that's why I'm on your top
Like
Came from 50 cent like Cain and drew a cake a piece
Imma pinch you if you lacking
why theirs no stoppin' me 'till you cop a plea
Man, see now these bitches want to fuck wit Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook
I met Milenko, he gave me 3 wishes
That night, I fucked 3 fat bitches
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Then get the fuck with it, forget it
I'll rip your face off,
turnt, yeah, I'm in a 'Rari, I'm racin'
Different colored stones on my neck (yeah), how can you say that I'm racist? (Woo)
One on one-fifty, no, these
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