Lyrics:
hit me since
They ain’t hit me since
It just made me colder
Got a ni**a tense
All this power and i'm suited like I'm 50 cent
I stand behind this
to listen up, listen up baby
PreChorus : You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl
greenbacks
I'm in love with them dollars
I'm in love with them 20s 50s 100s
Don't eat just holla look
I'm in love with that money
I'm in love with that kitty
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
a benny in my hand
Like sheesh!
Get lost
Looking at the thrift shop
You can tell Macklemore he got nothing on me
Outside of Philly
Know it could get chilly
dust
To make me fly and Neverland
I'm the black panther
Wit the crown baby I'm the man
She my cheerleader supporting
The steady knocking brand
I like my
płacą z góry chyba
Ja płacę z dołu jak rzut Kevina Martina
Ten track powoduje że łapiesz się za łeb
Jak Columbia gdy widzi ile znaczy 50 Cent
Pytasz się
this guy is they're talking about
Maybe somebody could introduce me to him someday
I don't believe 'em
I told Benny I got plenty
Machine, what up?
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
of them will quit it
Potential is intelligent
And it's me you wanna rob
Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs
Get a job
You want a damn hood? No,
the sauce and the thrill make the bill worse
One hitter hit me up saying can I ask you something quickly
He asked can I get your two cents? here's 50
Get rich
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
walking round rain on your parade
It's too much that's the same
Taking shots to the face
He charged her 50 cent it rubbed me some type of way
I was talking
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
niggas tried to jam me
I'm strapped now movin around wit the swammie
Got a baby by ya baby mama nigga we family
Niggas mad at the kid 'cause I'm caked up
incubating
Then I pop out and stunt all on these niggas hating
Raising the bar like an elevator
Blowing by all these niggas I see you later
Got no babies
gang, gang)[00:20.51]Heard he talking to 12[00:21.38]He got carried by six[00:23.67]Catch me taking that riff like I'm Vic, 4-4 bulldog, I'm an up from
yourself with me baby, ain't no need to mask it
Nope, baby ain't no need to mask it
I see the fire in ya eyes, when I light the blunt
I'm straight forward
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
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
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