Lyrics:
with IRS
I don't fuck with taxes but I'm blessed
Fifty Cent
I'm Fifty-a-milly
Man you talkin to me comin' so silly
Imma go over here and do free wheelies
more faster
But my life is
so short like hamster
50percent if 50cent thats
my life how cost
I lost in the earth help me
Even i shout to savor help me
Yea
Bou
Aye
Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like,
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
Fortnite will make you
Shoot! Shoot!
Mancake will make you
Run! Run!
Lil drift will make you
Dance! Dance!
The Battle Bus will make you
Jump! Jump!
Fifty Grand on the ones on the twos giving you the blues
The hottest of the hottest news you heard me
Dance shake
Make her
Dip
Make her
Wobble
Make her
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
must admit I fucked up
All my side bitches are knocked out (Pshh)
Wow
God living life south side (Woo)
I don't know if I will get by (Bye)
I don't know
Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
lane I'll never switch
Only worried bout skip
I'm just tryna stack my chips
Spend not a cent on a bitch
Keep the money in the pocket
The burner under
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
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
on my
way im on my way
버는건 쥐뿔 있었지
50 but no 음원수입
그래서 50 어딨어 50
야 탁 꺼내놓고 말해
재능 fuck 늙다리 꺽인다
헉 언덕길 올라가다 주머니 뻥꾸났다
개 그지가 맞아 얘 꿈따라 가긴 what
어쩌면 maybe 회사원 명찰이
I don't play Atari
Steve Harvey
Or let my daughter date diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines
Take time let it age
Fine wine
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