Lyrics:
[Chorus: Olivia - repeat 2X]
Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You
this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Now, listen...
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent.
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
Gegenteil von Bill Gates
Dieser Araber, der jeden Cent umdreht
Pushe meine Gegend, Blut gegen Blut 2
Junge pass auf, das hier ist 'n Drive By
Bin gelangweilt
the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks
feel annoyed,
And I'm not gonna quit till I fill the void,
If I rhyme about home and got descriptive,
I'd make Fifty Cent look like Limp Biskit,
It's
pretty good some play so bad it hurts
We pick up their golf balls that fly over the fence
We shine 'em up a little bit and sell 'em back for fifty cents
Ain't no pimpin over here back slap a bitch mane
50 Cent Bulletproof ain't no backing mane
I'm like the hulk big dog shit I'm holding my reign
All you
as one, two three, cos
When the stars align you shall see
This aint just a nice melody
Being rich is your destiny
YOULL HAVE MORE MONEY THAN Fifty' cent
many men like 50 Cent
Sorry, I had to take it from you niggas that ain't give me shit (I'm sorry)
In the trap, I run me up a ticket, had to flip it
moving backward, only moving forward
Looking for my love well I say you getting warmer
Do that lil' dance, my baby a performer
Need 50 cent, will you be my
Step right up, hurry hurry, before the show begins, my friend.
Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend.
It'll only cost you fifty
a livin' off my lifestyle
It's quite foul how you ain't real as what you write down
I'm right now, fifty cal and some white owls
Ain't nothin' like
made
Into brown gravy for supper Sunday
They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets
They got yummy yogurt by the bucket.
Shelves and shelves
money (I'm sick)
But I ain't trippin', I know that nigga ain't no dummy
This MAK got a 50, I'll leave his face ugly (head shot)
But that bitch
drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Ugly nigga with a gang
heavyweight hitters
Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters
Like they hear real spitters and kids
cents each
Hundred in the pack
Pack for a dollar
Now I'm flipping racks
They like nigga how you do it like that
Don't spend nothin'
I just let it stack
I
but fifty cents in yo pocket
Don't know what to spend it on, hoping you don't drop it
Like a bad habit, spending on what you want
Not on what you need,
say
I'm taking sense
No 50 cents
Ain't a game, you should stop with all the foolery
For good or bad, either way it's opportunity
Give your life
the paper
Got rich off that whippy whip
Almost died trying like I'm 50 cent
Get the shit and then flip the shit
Spend the profit like I'm richy rich
Nigga
On an old town road
This engine is speedy
You never could beat me
I know that shit cold
You better be easy
By the end of this shit Ill be like Nefertiti
Boy
All black Benz, kush in the wind
Bumping old Khaled shit, 'All I Do is Win'
Switch to 50 cent, turn on Many Men like Lil Kim
Every time 50 say 'Many
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