Lyrics:
I get the bag cuz I run to the money
These niggas be plotting I swear they be funny
They free my brother and he go by P Money
He stay wit' revolvers
Cheap bricks, that ain't that remix
I got that clean shit
I bulletproof my Hummers
I got Noreaga numbers
Call it Christmas in the summer when
I touch down
bigger i ain't never ask niggas
I'm a big dope smoker
And we get it by the load
All this money that we got keep
These bitches incontrol
Ok i feel it now
a thesaurus
You just keep on talking talking like you Doris
I need to be cautious
I might build a fortress
The money won't stop till I'm topping the Forbes
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
payment I need it on time Gotta get mine by the end of this rhyme
And I came through no way and I standing in line
Some niggas hate at the drop of a dime
'm a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
but that is his chapter; The end
Like your career when I'm finished with you
I am so blessed, I don't need to say 'choo
Talent unmatched by the n****s
You can bet they bout to pay up
So I know I'm gettin paid
Gimme all my money
Gimme gimme all my money
You can bet they bout to pay up
So I know I
on and I'm whole again
Don't hate on me like many men
Call fifty cent to put a remix in
I make the block hot
With this drop
Man I run the city
I make a cool
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
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
this fucking hip hop
I’m in that tip top no flip flop I get gwap
I'm sharper than razor and I’m cooler than a cool pop
Nasty by nature, my chain like
hundred sacks
Gotta make my money back
Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets
To get my money snatched
I'm so for real about this
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
gone make me catch a hat
Fn's n glock's boy it'll get ya zapped
Feelin like 50 cent plenty man want my spot
But I'm movin on my pivot I ain't tryna get
cannot get a cent from me
You ain't put in on this road to riches no you trippin' now who got you gassed money
Pedal to medal 'cause I cannot settle for
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
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