Lyrics:
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
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
that bitch till she can't stand get rich and wack um all just because I can
Shhh gotta stay quiet can't give away my plans
Sike na I'm lying I want you
like
imma get mine,
causefight- fight- high- fight- heck- fight- deck- and,
anything to get by,
anything to get rich,
anything to get fly
anything
Hard headed than a pit (I can't stop)
50 cent in my pocket bet she still love me like I'm rich
I get money how ain't
How had a job in a year
How you
It ain’t no way to join the gang
It ain’t no way to dis my name
It ain’t no way to stop a nigga hustle bitch I go insane
It ain’t no way
Yeah,
Vegas high
All up in the Wynn fuckin' bitches by the window like
She ain't gettin' tired
Ridin' on my dick all night
I'm hot now, I could never flop
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
the game ain't the same
You might die young
By barely using your brain
Domesticated niggas
Only know one job
They listen to 50 Cent
And think they know how
on chili just like sriracha is
If she got a gag, gotta give me that cents like 50, not talkin' bout maracas
I can't go bendin' to Casino, gotta stop chick
yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
what it do
20 acres 50 rooms
I got lost on my way to the swimming pool
But it don't really matter if I ain't got you
No, no
Can't stop thinking about you
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
always lying
Why these young niggas in the ground always dying
Fuck it imma get rich or Imma die trying
Don't wanna see my momma doin anymore crying
getting rich
I still get it gone by the zip
Call it black magic like a trick
It's just me and glo in the trap wit it I'm like ace he be money mitch
And If
sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your
shit that's gone set up my pension
Don't really stress I just call my assistant
Wanted ten K but I'll pull out like fifty cent
When I'm rich I be doing
checks that are clear, there ain't no way to void it (clear)
My jeans are by fit but this drip right from Fortune (yeah)
And no nigga, I fear, I ain't go
just trynna fit in with crowd
I just wanna flip another house
I ain't got no time to fuck around
Baby if we ain't
On the same page
Than by my side you
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
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