Lyrics:
Sex, money, drugs yeah, all these fucking numbers in my bank account (huh)
That's what I'm about, say you go 50 miles bitch I go 51
If you got
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
Whipping some original
Catch eyes when rolling by
I am doing fine
Just got da dollar on my mind
Sipping da champagne, blasting alpines when in da
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
This message is for me before it is for you
My mind be thinking like this constantly, dude
"See that girl over there, man-ain't she cute?"
Refute!
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
right by the Citgo
Man I gotta make it, my heart just can’t take it
My whip be my mind and my mind just be racin’
Was down by a dozen and I couldn’t shake
you all in my mind
You a dime
From your body to the way you dress your brain
Shit is so insane
How you pick apart, the greatest parts, of you
Hit my
I ain't come to make friends and niggaz ain't gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss
sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if
government
Smoking fifty blunts and I'm still hitting bruh
Still rippin' bruh get a penny each bitch I fucked
Now I got millions bitches by the billions
My
disinfectant
The shit I spit keep my lip infected
I practice safe sex so my dick's protected
And hold the gat wild, puffin' fat L's
Bonin' a chick listening
Bitch you've been textin guys
The whole time
Why you such slime
Ain't even worth a dime of my Time
Even less than 2 cents
You're a nuisance to society
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
surely get to 50 if he Started with four
You could surely get to 50 if You mind ya bizness
GETCHA MIND OUT THE GUTTER AS A MATTER OF FACT
IMMA HAVE
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
druhý debil močí
Tretí debil sa a bije a štvrtý to točí
A v klube sa tváriš jak 50 Cent
Ale vo vačku máš iba 50 cent
Som Gopnik verzus inteligent
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
town ਸੋਹਣੀ get town
50 cent ਨਾਲ belief ਮੇਰਾ
ਗੱਭਰੂ blunt ਕਰਦੇ ਆ hunt
ਦੇਖੀ ਮੁੰਡੇ ਕੱਢਦੇ current
ਗੀਤ ਤੇ beat ਬਜਦੇ repeat
ਕਰਦੇ grind ਹਰ ਦਿਨ ਆ repeat
All you
shit
Fly you around the world
Make love to ya in fifty states, ya know I mean?
Treat you like you're supposed to be treated
Alright
You deserve
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