Lyrics:
contracts (nah, nah, nah)
Matter fact, I'ma get him set up by to the stripper (have her do it)
Tell her I got fifty, I know that ho gon' be with it (she
the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I.
my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends
Styr allt som en dirigent
I'mma get rich or die tryin' 50 Cent
Hade 50 spänn dubbla den
Sasha tog över klart vi banka den
Fanns en period jag inte
like we we we
Must have heard somewhere
I know exactly where
Right on Ross's neck
We're in studio fifty like we're fifty cent
Rollin' in da club
now, now
Remember back when I was Penny Pinchin
Split a dollar with my nigga, both of us gon' 50 cent it
Many enemies that want me finished, still I keep
on it
My ho ridin' in the car, she found her bra, bringin' up bitches on me
She don't know that AR got 'em pants, I went and put titties on it
Fuck
Hello, how you doing?
I can give you good massage
I can be your everyting, you give me fifty bucks
If you no say nothing, I can give you
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
they said that I'm snobby
Spinning my ho's
Bitch I feel like I'm Scotty
Where is my Jimmy? I'm living like Johnny
Cowabunga going dumb, Kamikaze
In your
that fire, I was just slidin', ho (slide)
Feds outside the trap house, I was outside high on a boat (yeah)
I don't get drunk, only sip drank
Told
I'm on it, stay lonely
Got to top down for myself
Stay lonely, lonely by myself
Stay lonely, lonely, by myself, by myself
Yeah, the fattest, mackest
a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
got that twice
Bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your advice
I said bitch I'm Diddy ho fuck your life
Shut your mouth when you in the presence of kings
I ball
zoomin'
Sippin' a lil drank, snoozin'
Walking into the bank, foolish
Tryna copy, you can't do it
Ho tried to play me, I ain't stupid
She wanna lay up,
myself goin' down
50 bands, with a whole 100 rounds
Judgement Day, we gone burn up the town
Sick of recording
Am I tired of gettin' money? That's never
what I'm saying?
So answer my question (Durk)
Is you riding for the case you know? (For the case you know)
Is you dying by the case, you know? (Is
Its 50, yeah it's time I laid back on em
Real smooth yeah
I'm not down for the mind sex
I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet
You can burn
lil' girl
That shit ain't cheap, thirty-five a fuckin' tee
Ho think she can hang now
Find out she was fuckin' Reece
Bitch, you with the gang, now,
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
Floyd, 50
You know how I’m tryna be mask on, mask off
These niggas ain’t robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it
So we had to air that bitch
don't ask my anything
I don't want to go home
I don't want to go home
My mind is spent, I won't repent
Six cents six cents six cents ho
Every time I walk
still saying he ain't tell
That don't make sense, make that make sense
It was tax on the drink, I need 8 cents
I gave her Pepto-Bismol and it made her
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