Lyrics:
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
diamonds (woo)
I got it, I give it, come get it
Birkin Bags, bad bitches come with it
City Girls, come count up my digits
Can't brake 'em, can't shake
Ian going back and forth
I'm just finna go dumb
Ima get my lick in time
Ion care if it take long
Patiently waiting to skydive
But when I drop
Bitch Ima
the dollars
Got more if ya xxx will swallow
She shaking it by the roba hoping it by the Bentley
She know that I'm high and tipsy now drop it n gimme 50
She
I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you.
[50 cent]
It's the first of the month
Hahahaha
It's the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga
OOOHHH!
It's a fuckin'
choice it's obvious
Obviously you should be on my team
We the best in the league so let's get this ring aye
Excuse me do you have a minute?
I just want
They says, "if you's white, be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back, get back, get back"
I was in
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
find it
School for the Weeaboo
Bookbag made by Prada
Yeah, I fucked the sensee
Graduated wit honors
Catch me in the stall
I'm dealin study guides for
of the day it hit my pocket
Anyway and if u try that shit u will get hit in the face
I gotta get to that money
I gotta get to da money
Counting the fifty's
(Forty-eight)
Four-eleven Smith niggaz, (Forty-nine)
niggaz in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these niggaz up, I'm fifty niggaz deep
[Lola Damone]
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
still get a call because I'm about to make it reindeer like Rudolph
Ones fives tens twenties fifties and hunnids
Ones fives tens twenties fifties
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
use to Nickle and dime
Ima get rich or die trying
Short stopping rerocking them every time
Tryna get rich or die trying
Fifty cent I use to Nickle
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
the shines I want it
Give me I want it
Look
I have nada it's hard to find a cent
Even more hard to get fifty cent
But I'm a nigga who get rich or die trying
right
In the club stay crunk right
Drama pop it pop the trunk
Get the punk right, ride
I am did, most incredible
I ain't disrespect, and just spittin' my
in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental
what?
Don't stop
So get back to work and sweat some more
The sun will sink and we'll get out the door
It's no good for man to work in cages
Hit
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