Lyrics:
intelligence and courage, they seek to earn much more
Not just in dollars and in cents, but in respect and worth
They redefine success, shaping their own birth
I got nothin' to spare and it's
Just the way I am
If you gave me your 2 cents
On how to live my life
Well then i'd have 2 cents and a
Great big pile
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
makes a dollar
I can't hear anybody holler
Five times twenty is one hundred
Everybody got to be hid
All eyes open, here I come
Woo!
Multiplying by
a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I'm way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
I had to grind hard, now I go harder
I wanna ball hard, Kobe in the 4th quarter
Got a dollar and a dream had to save my quarters
Can't afford
right, you can buy it all tonight
Happiness is just a dollar away
But you get pushed aside if your pocket's looking light
I'm just waiting on the world
about making
Those Dollars and sense
Girls on my jock, when I'm up the stage
Reports trying to cluck
Put me on the front page cIA in back of me
And cash
pour t'anéantir
Même après avoir enduré
Quatre cents ans d'esclavage
C'est toujours dur de respirer
Pense au futur
C'est la seule façon de rester
There's a line of bodies that's lining the way to heavens door
There's a mass shortage of people
That's even wanting more than a couple dollars
For all
Street IPA, Trader Joses, still no cans
Hey Joe, I’m still a fan of two dollar salad bags
Killer mixes romaine and spinach, salads ridic delicious
Lunch
RUNNING OFF AT THE LIPS
I REALLY BE CHECKING CHANGE
HOE I WANT EVERY CENT
THEY LOVE ME
IN EVERY HOOD
CAUSE DUECE LEGIT
ADDICTED TO GETTIN MONEY
AND I
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
was down with this business
Tryin' to clown and get a cent
And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin'
Drinkin' over a felony
And hell of me
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being
yeah, yeah)
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
and thirty-three cents
That was ten dollar less than the landlord wanted for rent
The landlord's letters got nasty indeed
He wrote get out but pa couldn't read
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
Aloe Blacc ( He lost his job, man)
He told me that ( What he say)
He needs just a dollar
To get by ( He only want one dollar)
Yeah that'd be nice
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