Lyrics:
blue coupe
Big rocks in the stone boy you know what we do
Remember them days when we ain't had no food
50 cent cake for just me and my crew
My mother
(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,
God did, God did, I'm a witness (woo)
I just sent fifty bottles to bitches (woo)
Know the gang in the VIP by the pendant
Still in a meeting, be back
A party
Full of honest black scholars
Who want to see their people prosper
Who are not about the dollar
‘Cause they sharing 50 cent
Who are out here
them outfits Skims (shit, okay)
That bandana burgundy 'cause of brims
Fifty cent tear out that seal no bird gang, this him
You ain't fly, that ain't
get hit with a rocket
You ain't gang gang stop gang hopping
Growing up we was poor not no more I'm getting rich
Used to sleep on the floor I got used
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
Imma go get it, I threw way the fitted,
got rich by myself, I ain't worried bout hoes
You all in my business, like you the one in it, you talking bout
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
frozen
Molly in my drink so all that talking, it ain't me that's speaking
Wore the cuban link, up on a faucet, Jesus peace been leaking
Stop it with
girls snakes
What they be doing
Keep my circle small
Who gone answer that call
Willing To risk it all
It's really get rich
Or die trying
50 cent wasn't
want no smoke
No, y'all niggas don't put no hours, but
I know I got that power
No Kanye West No 50 cent
I swear she got that power
No bulletproof gun
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
on jerkin’
His fifty cents from every buck
They say that when it pours it’s rainin’
An’ it’s so hard to stay ahead
I s’pose there ain’t much use complainin’
Uh-ha
Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't
of the rich man
I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For
was out in that booth, I ain't drop no music, I was frontin' my move
Tell the opps what the fuck they gon' do, 5 to 10 cents when I slide, FN2
They're
my only brand let's go oh
Wish somebody would try to stop me from my mission aye
I ain't got the time to be sitting on opinions aye
I can't let that
Super fly like so, niggas lying like "So?"
Still spit it how I live it on the Hill, here I go, go
Hey all I do is go and go by this and that
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
they mad that i really bossed up i ain't never thought I'll quit (facts)
Throwing R's up in the air already know that we getting rich (Rich4Lyfe)
I
You ain't never lied
Cause some of y'all be god damn lying
And swear to god you ain't never lied
Everybody balling, everybody trapping
Filthy rich
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