Lyrics:
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy making thirty cents a day
Well,
Nails (where)
In my eyelids now (what), I'm seein' diamond sales
Like I'm in Zales (yeah)
Without a doubt, by any means, if rap was skinny jeans
I
I need twenties and fifties and hundreds
Ain't no telling what I would do for a dollar
Everything feel like a come up
When you spend enough of your
fight
Got-got-Got my fist clenched, like dawg, I just might
But I got them benched, this dog's not just bite
That's some cents, for the rich
need it more,
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
I'm outcha gettin' active what kind of boy don't use his VPN
I don't got no 50 cents for your slump change acting like a mini man
He got that two for
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
or a devil next door
gotta kick the fucker down gotta see once more
Forgetting who I am like Drew Barrymore
50 first dates but we're only keeping score
based
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
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,
(what?)
Know this drink bad for my kidney (drink)
But I keep sippin' and I'm
Gettin' trippy like three sixes (uh)
Juicy, sweat suit made by medusa
like a reverend, teeth is worth a kilo'
Killin' niggas like 50 on the Instagram
Hot as fuck but I'm cooler than a ceiling fan
And my nigga just
like 50 Cent
Now I wanna hit Ciera just like 50 Cent
Call me Tom Cruise I'm on risky biz
Pulling hoes buying clothes And taking risks
Hit the Swaporama
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
with that left and right Hook like I'm Mike Tyson
Fifty cent i'ma get rich or die trying
Cause I had 8 shots
Every shot I took
A veteran at 17
They think
(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
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
pissed off
Used to talk to you before you had died, made me a lil' soft
I still cry to my mama like a lil' baby, but I'm a big dog
Hundred fifty mill'
Thugs
Shoulda know by now we niggas for life
Pullin triggers for life
Gettin figures for life
Nigga done dig and brought to the light
Like Jeffrey
the master plan
She had left her friends and introduced herself as Jass she said
This whole event is so intense, of course it's 50 Cent
She grabbed my hands
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