Lyrics:
I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all
I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit
Let's go
Let's get it
Run that
over the nation
This an emergency alert
I just get that money
But family comes first
Right after God
You niggas fraud
I find it odd
You ain't with
Yeah oouuu yeah yeah yeah
Ima boss I go get it by any means yeah
I guarantee that my niggaz is gone eat yeah
Dirty money but you know we whippin'
smashin countin cash
Livin our life it's so lavish nigga
I be talkin money I'm just talkin money
Thumbin thru 10s thumbin thru 20s
Thumbin thru 50s I need
a keeper, uh
Lemme get it girl, I got what you need
I am something to believe in, money what I breed
You can run away with me, I'll take you where you please
won't ever need no water
(You think I was playin' when I said, "I'm really ballin'"?)
I need two or three, just you and me, that might get borin'
I
(Nothin', nothin')
Sorry baby, I gotta go get this fucking money
(Money)
Ayy, she like how I walk, how I talk
(How I walk, how I talk)
She like that I get
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
discussin' the illest player that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records, ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them (stoppin'
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
Money man
Money man
Money man
I gotta get to the money man
Money man
Money man
I got that shit that won't fit in a rubberband
Money man
Money man
I do a 50cent get rich or Die trying
I got a motto
Get rich or die young i hate trying
I go in for it ,spend nights on the street ,in the cold i go in
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
mei'm Benz (skrrt)
Bitches wollen einen One-Night-Stand (ey)
Doch ich bin beim Fitness, höre 50 Cent (wuh)
Deine Ex hat sich in mich verliebt, okay
If it aint bout some money you gone have to leave a message
You Don’t Understand? Lemme change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21
by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gon' hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was
crisis
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
house" money
I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money, hold up
Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, nigga? (Come on)
Say
house" money
I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money, hold up
Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, nigga? (Come on)
Say
Marvel hit man nigga, D on the beat Ay yo, you sell these motherfucking rocks on these niggas dawg Just to get that money right, just to get by You
We gon get this money and remix all the shake
A price scam: my ice is priceless
I'm legendary shooting dice with Mark Price
Bitch
It's 5 twice 2 twice
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
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