Lyrics:
the Avenue and counting my Revenue
Ones fives tens twenties fifties and hunnids
Oh and plus I don't give a fuck understand this
Y'all niggas know what's up I
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck
mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
say i got power like 50cent I can't fuck with these niggas
I'm celibate
Ima rockstar this shit
Got me hella lit
All the bitches come thru
We get hella
right off my schedule
(Fuck you)
She wanna marry, damn, bitch, I just met you
(No) all these bitches on me, Hugh Hefner
All she do is nag, so I left her
of money and don't make shit
I give em change
Since they don't make cents
Shawty like 50 and think she still lit
Imagine her raising them kids
Petty like
away
Ask why i wanna get paid sway
Acting like they Trevor but they Wade
Wait
Bitch you sissy
Go get 50
They wont miss it
Just turn wicked
Fuck the story
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
it in
Yeah I'm just like 50 cent hated on by many men
Henny got me fucked up and nothings making any sense
But I'm still standin nigga guess that i
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
mother fuckin' boyz
In the club tonight, we don't give a fuck
If we gotta run the fuckin' fight
Especially with them mother fuckin' boys over there
You
but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise
minutes Man, fuck this shit.
I'm gonna be famous.
I've got a spot and you bitches can't take it!
(No they can't!)
Cause you know that I embody the slaves
compensated
I front you that and you run off
You get decapitated when I do dirt
Come by myself just like I masturbated
Shut the fuck up before I snap
You got me
the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and
She tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
mi'e sutu yu e dok' (dok)
Mi mi e shine yu yu e SKERR
Di mi be hoss' yu be sidong
Now mi e spend yu e eik
Fifty cent weli jean skinny jean tek'
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Yeah
Migos
First kicked the door when I was seventeen years old (seventeen, woo)
Seen my first fifty, ballin', eighteen years old (eighteen,
take some damage
She just took my jacket
And my jacket had a thousand in it
Fuck I'll never fuck with hoes Again
Fifty cent up to a dolla
Imma stack it
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