Lyrics:
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
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we
me crazy
We don't follow footsteps
Now we just create 'em
They can't fuck with me
I already got my paper love me, love me not
I'm not the one to cater
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
his grave
Tatts on your head like scars
Should I call you brain damaged
I'm not a native American
But people still call me a savage
Talking this much
about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, "Fuck you, Debbie!"
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
Homeless people even be plotting Mayne
Nowadays senseless how we follow these trends
Feel like 50 cent can't trust many men
If they see ya stacking them ends
dame givin me crazy brains like horseradish
[Chorus]
Get those props, follow my light
Spit so hot, last week I had to swallow my ice
We end the year
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
don't want anything to stop no shawty you just too hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
and empty out the braids in the center
U.P.T. fader remember
Follow me, follow me,
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys...
Run up on the three
Just fifty cent in my hands you know half a dollar, now I'm on a high prices yacht you can't afford this, eating swordfish trying to make it
even when
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like
Drake I'll just vape it off
Shit that was like
People count your blessings
They don't see when you stressin'
Follow me on Instagram like I'm in heaven
Told my baby momma, I'll have it in a second
Uh huh people count your blessings
They don't see when you stressin'
Follow me on Instagram like I'm in heaven
Told my baby momma, I'll have it in
played this
50 cent up on my dresser
Go get a loosie
I know you mad so let's get a groupie
Rubbing off you, girl you rubbing off me
I need a drink when I'm
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