Lyrics:
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no
Trailers 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
Talk less, work more
50 bands at the store
Aye yo I like that shit, I’m finna run it
Talk less, work more
50 bands at the store
Now I got cars galore
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
brow[00:16.13]He had a child, had a boy[00:17.31]On the floor with his toys[00:18.75]Back up in Baltimore[00:20.09]Who was four, maybe five[00:21.50]He realized,
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
I hear 'em talkin shit blah blah
Cant nobody touch me nah nah nah
She singing along like la la la
I think I found your problem
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I
no money from me (what? Nah)
And every nigga that's with me keep a gun (got it)
Bet not run up on us 'cause we ain't for none
We ain't for none
Monica right at the Huntley hotel
I'm off the CC but this no Chanel nah nah nah
I been way too focused working on the brand god damn
Ran the numbers
got soul
Niggas coming home from doing wild time
Talkin bout P - "Yo P I could rhyme"
50 Cent did it I could do the shit too
But you not 50, he
I just spent a fifty on clothes (sheesh)
Let's get paid (paid)
Fuck it, let's get paid (get racks, get racks)
I'm not in the red light district
greifen nah
Ich glaub an mich und will nur leben wie ein grosser star
1 for the money and the car I drive
2 for the girls who are passing by
3 for the house
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
confuse me for a villain
Fifty racks in my Amiris, I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitches
Nigga, I ain't stressin' 'bout no eater
It get hot up in the winter
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
99 cents
Bag it, poppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
Bummy
the fuckin green
(Aye aye aye)
Nah you'ont know you'ont know you'ont know bout me
(Oh oh oh)
Liable gotta do anything for the fuckin dough
(Oh oh oh)
Where I
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
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