Lyrics:
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
count 'em, I fuck by the digits (woo)
Swag terrific (what?)
I might fuck this bitch in the kitchen (bih)
Baby, don't use dirty dishes (no way)
Or else
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
(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,
to tell yourself you can
Stay lowkey
I said
Fuck an Instagram
Second
You got to
Learn how to scam
Go and get the drugs
And you
Sell it by the gram
Throwing
bounced
Put a nigga out of bounds
Freshest nigga in the town
All this drip make drown
Water
Smokin grade by the pounds
Gas
Bad Bitches when i lounge
Dimes
news
Walking dollar sign I cant keep it in the piggy bank
S and P 500 I get 10 percent on this
They judge me by my medicine cant even fuck with this
I
BOOM
Young tune, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm
to forget
Russian nigga on de club was fuckin
Like a 50 cent
I ain’t black
But I have black soul
Niggas in de Paris
Give respect yo
All bitches are the same
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
I got niggas big mad
I ran up a quarter mill in a week
That's a big bag
I might spend like fifty k on my feet
I'm a rich man
I bet yo hoe gone fuck
fuck
Bitches ran his life, and they're still runnin lee
I guess he doesn't realize the bitch is fuckin me
It really doesn't matter, cause ac'll never
down from New Jersey
He helped me for a minute then he started screwin up
Said fuck gettin paid, I guess my brother'd rather fuck
Bitches ran his
don't loose we just take
We don't fuck with no lames we don't make no mistakes ahh
Only bad bitches round here (Bad)
Ain't no fake niggas round here
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
Rolling up envy it's green
Uh
Gimme the crown I'm the king fuck up ya' perception it's not what it seem
Rolling up good gas hot box in the minivan
Dolla 50
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Yeah standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller
[50 Cent]
This is how we do it, when we do it
like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like ain't nuttin to it, the way we do it
Now e'rybody
05 Fuck Em mixtape nigga what it do?
I'm the number one draft pick
I got a lot of bitches Lil B
Fuck my bitch nigga fuck my bitch nigga
Quit acting
like "When'd I slide ?"
The only tricks I like are Jedi mind
I have confetti flyin
I came to get me mine
I'll say it fifty times
I'm on my Fifty grind
Deadbeat back, boutta talk shit
Run through crowds I'm hit or miss
Fuck yo justice, that shit is fake
Fix things up but you too late
Throwin bitches
Bitches givin' half-ass vibes, so when she text, I won't reply to it
Fuck the mad, they be on dick, to see this shit, don't need two eyes
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