Lyrics:
a million in a month
move the bitch up out the block
Cook a brick up in the pot
Spread it out in different spots
Ho you runnin' up on my bentley
Bet you
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
me work ah-ah
Nobody moves, nobody gets hit
Pay attention to the story, of how I got my first brick
[E.S.G.]
My first sack was a fifty pack, when I
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
hope you know that we ain't fuckin' around
Niggaz you betta believe when you see me the shit be double trouble
I overload and take this SHIT to another
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
gotta whole world for a nigga to move round
Straight for the belly I Go, on a whole mission, so a nigga can move grounds,
I gotta make up my plate, so I
a penthouse, you can call me hi-top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it, homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
where the lights don't shine
But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind
by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I
[Intro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!
Aye yo 50
They don't do it like us nigga
Yeah!
[Chorus]
I'm so fly, I got money
So that's good enough reason to buy
this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
innocent then I guess you betta come talk to me
Like I'm 50 cent I got power bro you punk to me
Here go 50 racks for the hour that's a crumb from me
Made
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
gettin better
11 Turned to 12, now its 1am
Wrappin up the session gotta come again
I slide my phone up, it's bout 1:50
We gotta start busting some moves
the money I be making moves
Spent 1300 on these Christian Dior tennis shoes
These niggaz capping always talking about what they finna do
I'm headed West
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