Lyrics:
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
of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right
Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60
fooling
You can hit with 50 cent 9 but I don’t think you gonna survive the shooting
I tell all my bitches that I am divine I am God
You bet not get ruined
cashing
How the fuck you ballin but you asking for bling
Yall bitches lying but I'm not surprised
I saw a snake bitch when I looked in your eyes
You say
stayin’ tunnel (On God)
2020 is my year (Talk to em’)
The vision lookin really clear
Can’t let no fuck niggas get near (Pussy)
Got all these bitches in my
to shoot to get the loot
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga
it
I run to that money I gotta go get it
I run up them digits I go get them fifty's
I remember days n***** didn't have a penny
Now I go fuck up a bag
nothing they can get the fuck from round
Give an inch they take a mile them two cents start adding up
Giving they opinion no facts to back it up
Now they
but that 'cause that ain't an option
Dog is him like Earl Simmons, this 50 cent in '04
Gucci Mane with a pistol aimed, they me and you under the floor
a grapevine
Give a fuck about who made a rumor it don't make me money
And I gotta make mine
I like 50 Cent niggas is 6ix9ine
He be talkin that shit like he big
fifty cents to fifty cent
I conduct, they blow an instrument
Lord forgive the witnesses, snitching is a sin
I sell more rock than kiss
The woes I felt
selling nicks
Ain't make any bands
Watching everybody turn to
Wanna-be's and mini-men
Bitches résumé like 50 Cent, Many Men
Hydroponic dope I shipped across
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
hands where my eyes can see
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie,
but her pride don't let her
Mad cause the bitches that I'm with look better
Fuck that hate I celebrate
Standing with some niggas in the N.B.A
the witness stand, we all read your confession (damn)
I do it so big, I spent two million on a wedding (two milli')
I don't fuck with panhandlin'-ass bitches
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
fifty's
That's why all the bitches be tryna get wit me
Don't need a gun make 'em run like (Ricky)
How u locked up but ya can't make bail?
Trollin
Fuck a co-sign bitch I'm co-signed by the trenches
Real ties in this shit
Bitch don't even touch that blick if you ain't drummin'
I kill for you, you
fuckin the bitches them bum bitches you fucks idolize (hahahaha)
I'm in Harlem at Lighthouse eatin' lobster fries (err)
Vee and Shooter with me, I got
I stay in the mix, I'm famous like Dex
I like to stunt, I like to flex
I want it now, fuck who got next
Bitches forgot but I got receipts
I sit back
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
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