Lyrics:
need they dividends
But shareholders only be getting like 50 cents
I'm a CEO, so I'm the one that's giving cents
While I'm in the office counting money,
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Trey pound's
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
a vest on that Teflon
Like a don should i'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strapped the fuck up know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks
I like that shit better so the feelin'
Less expected when I get the nigga
I'm hot-style, 'bout the break the turntables
You'd think I'm clearin’
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
shoppin now I'm contemplating bout stoppin
'cause she could get me off like Cochran
Now that dinner was poppin
Spoiled, her daddy was pumpin
He probly
sense, man
If it don't make dollars
It don't make cents, man
I'm talkin' 'bout stacks, man, racks, man
Haha yeah, just let me get fifty 20s
Know what I'm
niggas heard of you
St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got
Counting by quarters
Counting by quarters
Now you start with a quarter, that's 25 cents
Add another quarter, that's 50 cents
Four quarters is
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they fuck with me
My niggas bout it my bitches bout it
My focus right but
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry 'bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice,
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry 'bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice,
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
I got that power like I'm 50
Don't include yo cents
I bring that force like I'm on Starz
Have yo ass heaven sent
I paid a chick to set him up
Caught
'bout me
[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm
This is that Porche GT shit
That Baltimore G shit
That body bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit
Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
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