Lyrics:
sense
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalor
Now my money so long, I can pop your
sense
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin' at a nigga that done came from the squalor
Now my money so long, I can pop your
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
My hoes they do drugs my hoes they do drugs
Can't trust shawty can't trust shawty
Cause my hoes they do drugs
Who am I I am King Louie from the Chi
money Broke niggas can't get fifty cent from me
Play wit in da pussy I play wit Da digital
Plays on da way Gotta pay individual
Paving da way Parking
the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice
It's okay if they jealous, we got double-R umbrellas
In a Lamborghini, don't know
to the telly we do what she want to do
Feel like I'm curtis jack she ain't worth 50 cent
I could easily replace her on the internet
These hoes be fucking for
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
dividends feeling like 50 cent
Gotta keep that heater cuz I'm hated by so many men
Haterz they smile and grin, like they your fucking friend
Some of'em play
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
since
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent
Show no courtesy with these sticks, we let them bitches spit
I know Curtis see these sticks.
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
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Pour it up 'til it turn purp', 50 cent money
All my goons, yeah they on alert, get you murked money
I'm in Dallas livin' fuckin' lavish, I got Dirk money
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
All, but two hours of pushing broom buys
this music
I love my fans (I love my fans)
I don't read the Bible, big books in my pants (big books in my pants)
And I got power, no fifty cents in my
a tadpole
I gave you niggas bitches when you ain't have hoes
How dem niggas extort out yo wardrobe
And let them break you out yo Morse Codes
I got 50 if you
how I do it myself
I got the drip feelin like Michael Phelps
I just shuffle the cards that I'm dealt
All by myself yea all by myself
All by myself
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
Public service announcement
We do not love hoes
We love o's 20s 50s 100s
I got her mind blown
20's 50s I'm on my grind tho
Wrist froze
Nigga hot
He
I'm so distant
Keep it real or keep away from me
I'm not with that acting shit
Get rich or die trying in the streets
I'm feeling like Fifty Cent
Stay
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent I never had me no many man
Scoob aint just talking I hop out the mini van
Used
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
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