Lyrics:
say
I'm taking sense
No 50 cents
Ain't a game, you should stop with all the foolery
For good or bad, either way it's opportunity
Give your life
cent
I'm poppin off shots fired bang
I treat these hoes like target practice
I'm the madness Kurt cobain
Everyone know you'll go go
Sold your soul for
Don't Have To Mention, When You Pimpin, You Get Plenty Hoes
It's All On You, If You Gon' Trick, Or You Gon' Get Yo' Dough
I Know I Got These Haters Mad,
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one
Had to get it on my own
I want them hundreds and fifty's
I want the Beamer and Bentley
I want the Prada and Fendi
Designer all on my body
Papi got
like water whip
Minc
Yo
I'm hot as ice when it's 40 below zero nigga
I'm tryna' turn 2 cents into a kilo niggas
Cus in the hood that can make me like
Nigga don't act like a bitch! (Ha ha!)
That's why I never love a bitch! (Yeah!)
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say bitch! (Remix!)
She sucked me off,
down, especially not tonight
I never ever trusted hoes because they got a plan
They don't want me for me they want me because I got some Grants
It's
they say
Me and all my niggas got it cause we put in that pain
Remember 50 cent sodas while we walk through the rain
Told my momma that I love her Ima
the thighs
And I know you want it
Hoes hatin and plottin they scream by
The way I flaunt it
Doing my thing how I want
Is how I represent it
Me and my hoes down
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
yeah)
Bitch, I'm rich, I pay fifteen hundred just for the jeans (yeah)
Oh my god, I put some M's up in my Chase
All that debt just got erased
Get
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
(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,
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
plated
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
goin' places that you can't (go)
Call up her hoes and told 'em, "Bring 'em out the sleigh" (brrt)
Fall, touch her toes, then I'm throwin' 50K (hey)
your craft giving this pen all I got till im outta ink
Re-Up on a 10 pack im runnin through em like every week
Im looking in the mirror because
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
No more pots and pans, I'm in a mansion
Gotta thank the plug (Plug)
Got hoes in the kitchen dirty dancin'
Gotta thank the plug (Quavo)
The first thing
that hotel lobby (Hotel lobby)
I'm coming home to you, yea I got work for yo' body (Yo' body)
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it
ain't sayin' it no more
The glass get it poppin'
Ass is what I'm lookin' for, she got it
Got it! Yeah! We just sippin' on some Moet
To get the hoes "mo'
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