[Intro]
It don't take much strength to pull a trigger
But try and get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let's see 'em try that
Then we'll see who's the real tough guy
The working man is the tough guy
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me
When I was feeling like, Miller Lite and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It's probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, though I ain't forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin', uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif' still in this bitch, bitch
We going the distance with you party people, come on
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it gets ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I'm on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain't filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don't hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
I'm a leader, good to see the natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I'm from the bottom
Soon as I spot 'em I get to drop 'em
I got 'em I cut my piece and I dot 'em
It's dinner time when the 9 come out
It's off the chain off, off the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
Clocks on the wall
It's now or never at all
I'm gonna give it my all, oh
Whether I rise or fall, oh
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
True story, I said I'd get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasin', I'm always coming in first, cuz
I'm built for it, see I'm better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I'm coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing ain't an option
I'm sharp I'm on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I'm back on my A-game
I'm focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I'm stronger than an ox now mentally
[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...
My Crown lyrics - 50 Cent
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[Intro]
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They will never ever take my crown [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Nah... nah!
I'm still the shit, I'm rich already
Fuck around we'll be readin yo' obituary
My whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that's what I call a pinky ring
Don't even trick, my heart cold
Around the globe, I'm-I'm-I'm on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I'm grimy, up to no good, oh God
Shawty work that, when she twerk that
She a 10 and she damn close to perfect
I might wan' stunt, throw a hundred racks
Get my man a strap, he gon' get my money back
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
[Chorus]
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things get better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officer who's asking for a search
They found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind, I can't help it I got the shine
I do it big, you're stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I'm outta here
You on the ground, I'm in the Lear
I love yachts, banana boats
Either way, call my nigga, got to get the dope
They done made me mad, now I'm in my bag
And I'm back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich nigga swag
Every step I take, every little itty-bitty move I make
Turn the big bags of birthday cake, I can't even fit this shit in my SAFE!
W-w-wait! Got more money, come and try not to hate
Why you think a nigga in and out of state? I'm a pro on the low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread, I'm flashy, I'm shinin
I get the bread, I blow the bread, and my bitches, and my diamonds
[Chorus]
[Intro]
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They will never ever take my crown [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Nah... nah!
I'm still the shit, I'm rich already
Fuck around we'll be readin yo' obituary
My whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that's what I call a pinky ring
Don't even trick, my heart cold
Around the globe, I'm-I'm-I'm on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I'm grimy, up to no good, oh God
Shawty work that, when she twerk that
She a 10 and she damn close to perfect
I might wan' stunt, throw a hundred racks
Get my man a strap, he gon' get my money back
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
[Chorus]
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things get better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officer who's asking for a search
They found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind, I can't help it I got the shine
I do it big, you're stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I'm outta here
You on the ground, I'm in the Lear
I love yachts, banana boats
Either way, call my nigga, got to get the dope
They done made me mad, now I'm in my bag
And I'm back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich nigga swag
Every step I take, every little itty-bitty move I make
Turn the big bags of birthday cake, I can't even fit this shit in my SAFE!
W-w-wait! Got more money, come and try not to hate
Why you think a nigga in and out of state? I'm a pro on the low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread, I'm flashy, I'm shinin
I get the bread, I blow the bread, and my bitches, and my diamonds
[Chorus]
NY lyrics - 50 Cent
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[50 Cent]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lame back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
[50 Cent]
I hate when you niggaz do shit then make me ask why
If you the homie why you won't go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin at the sky
Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks
That shit you told the people got 'em under an axe
Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lame back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
[50 Cent]
I hate when you niggaz do shit then make me ask why
If you the homie why you won't go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin at the sky
Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks
That shit you told the people got 'em under an axe
Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!
[Chorus]
United Nations lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro]
Uh uh uh yeah
Uh, uhhh
Uh uh uh yeah {"SMS, Audio"}
Uh, uhhh
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got big bags of paper I'ma spennnnd, uhhh
We gon' do it how we do it then do the shit againnnn, uhhh
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna winnnn, uhhh
We celebratin like a nigga home fresh out the pen, uhhh
[50 Cent]
I'm on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don't blow bread, the fuck is the point?
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Pop a X then a blue pill then wreck a bitch
I like it raw; ooh baby ohh baby I like it raw
Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
The morning after, plan B, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in a vault bitch, Usain Bolt quickness
But let's make a deal then blow mil's for real
Uh, time's a-wastin, you're watchin my watch, huh?
You're old school, huh? You're jockin my style, uhh
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a flyin fuck, I always make bail
Motherfuck an award, check Forbes I'm there
Not once, e-ve-ry year!
Even when I take a break my pockets is in shape
I'm back off of vacation
Can you believe it I been gettin paid on vacation?
Yeah, I'ma keep niggaz forever hatin
They thought I'm goin down now look I'm levitatin
I'm with Deepak, meditatin
In Somalia and Kenya with United Nations
Fundin the World Food Programme
I'm fin' to solve world hunger, goddamn!
[Chorus]
Uh uh uh yeah
Uh, uhhh
Uh uh uh yeah {"SMS, Audio"}
Uh, uhhh
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got big bags of paper I'ma spennnnd, uhhh
We gon' do it how we do it then do the shit againnnn, uhhh
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna winnnn, uhhh
We celebratin like a nigga home fresh out the pen, uhhh
[50 Cent]
I'm on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don't blow bread, the fuck is the point?
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Pop a X then a blue pill then wreck a bitch
I like it raw; ooh baby ohh baby I like it raw
Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
The morning after, plan B, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in a vault bitch, Usain Bolt quickness
But let's make a deal then blow mil's for real
Uh, time's a-wastin, you're watchin my watch, huh?
You're old school, huh? You're jockin my style, uhh
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a flyin fuck, I always make bail
Motherfuck an award, check Forbes I'm there
Not once, e-ve-ry year!
Even when I take a break my pockets is in shape
I'm back off of vacation
Can you believe it I been gettin paid on vacation?
Yeah, I'ma keep niggaz forever hatin
They thought I'm goin down now look I'm levitatin
I'm with Deepak, meditatin
In Somalia and Kenya with United Nations
Fundin the World Food Programme
I'm fin' to solve world hunger, goddamn!
[Chorus]
Business Mind lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Hayes)
[Intro: Hayes]
Hayes, haha
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[Hayes]
While rubbin elbows in the hills of high society
I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit, sense of pride inside of me
On the rise to fly a car, hatin on varieties
[50 Cent]
Look, I don't need no bitch niggaz surroundin me
Get caught you better stick to the codes that you provided B
If you don't plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
So call kingpins, get real money to snitch
[Hayes]
I know it sounds hard to believe this bullshit
but sometimes you need money to see who you cool with
See niggaz hustle hard and cop 'em a few whips
Then end up poppin niggaz they used to be cool with
I'm a
[50 Cent]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Furs suede, my car is decor
Nigga I been the boss, I employ my boys
And show 'em a bunch of shit they never seen before
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got a business mind - that block is mine
That brick and them Glocks is mine
I got a business mind - that drop is mine
These knots and this watch is mine
I got a business mind - you can't stop my shine
A nigga got a World Guinness Book rhyme
I got a business mind - and I pop my nine
You fuck around find out in time
[50 Cent]
I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
Got niggaz that'll do this shit just cause they bored
Man I ain't even got to tell niggaz what for
[Hayes]
You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
Yeah you cross your T's but you forgot your I's/eyes
That's why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of
[50 Cent]
Corporate America, gangstas we got 'em tearin up
We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us
We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
America's an oven, you got to break bread for us
[Hayes]
"Go hard or die soft" is what was said to us
So if it's gunplay you gon' get shot instead of us
Crackers be thinkin they one step ahead of us
I say shit like that to let 'em know that I'm aware of it
[50 Cent]
Keep accountants to countin, I got lawyers to share kid
Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch
They said death or jail is what's ahead of us
So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I'm a
[Hayes]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Fur is suede, and my car is decor
Nigga I been a boss, I employ my boys
Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more!
[Chorus]
Hayes, haha
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[Hayes]
While rubbin elbows in the hills of high society
I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit, sense of pride inside of me
On the rise to fly a car, hatin on varieties
[50 Cent]
Look, I don't need no bitch niggaz surroundin me
Get caught you better stick to the codes that you provided B
If you don't plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
So call kingpins, get real money to snitch
[Hayes]
I know it sounds hard to believe this bullshit
but sometimes you need money to see who you cool with
See niggaz hustle hard and cop 'em a few whips
Then end up poppin niggaz they used to be cool with
I'm a
[50 Cent]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Furs suede, my car is decor
Nigga I been the boss, I employ my boys
And show 'em a bunch of shit they never seen before
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got a business mind - that block is mine
That brick and them Glocks is mine
I got a business mind - that drop is mine
These knots and this watch is mine
I got a business mind - you can't stop my shine
A nigga got a World Guinness Book rhyme
I got a business mind - and I pop my nine
You fuck around find out in time
[50 Cent]
I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
Got niggaz that'll do this shit just cause they bored
Man I ain't even got to tell niggaz what for
[Hayes]
You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
Yeah you cross your T's but you forgot your I's/eyes
That's why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of
[50 Cent]
Corporate America, gangstas we got 'em tearin up
We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us
We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
America's an oven, you got to break bread for us
[Hayes]
"Go hard or die soft" is what was said to us
So if it's gunplay you gon' get shot instead of us
Crackers be thinkin they one step ahead of us
I say shit like that to let 'em know that I'm aware of it
[50 Cent]
Keep accountants to countin, I got lawyers to share kid
Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch
They said death or jail is what's ahead of us
So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I'm a
[Hayes]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Fur is suede, and my car is decor
Nigga I been a boss, I employ my boys
Matter fact, I don't even wanna chat no more!
[Chorus]
Roll That Shit lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
[Intro]
"I really hate havin to resort
to knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
But I'll do it! I'll do it!
Yea, you know I'll do it
I'll do it, I'll do it
Yea, you know I'll do it
I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh"
{"SMS, Audio"}
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"}
(Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me)
I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit
(That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!)
My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
It's hot, I'm checkin my AP
If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll
Nigga you must be crazy
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit...
I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit...
[50 Cent]
Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
Kush smoke same color to match that coat
I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin
Dom poppin, party rockin
My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
My feds clockin my shit
Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch
Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick
This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
That shit fake, Audemars don't tick
Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit?
I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick
I'ma match that deal with my hat
They said I fell off, I snapped right back
Nigga my money can't fit in no safe
Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face
Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault
Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke
[Chorus]
[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent)]
HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did
Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big
Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil' cents
I got rich, they ain't seen me since
Now it's all startin to make sense
I pull up in that brand new Benz
All of a sudden I got brand new friends
Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka
BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
I forgot she was in my bed
(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)
Damn! I blew through all my bread
That Lambo ain't got no top
Man I'm hotter than stove top
Rider Gang, we on top
And we havin a smoke-out
Eyes low but I'm so high
Don't ask me, I don't know why
I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit
As long pass the shit don't ask me shit, HUH!
[Chorus]
"I really hate havin to resort
to knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
But I'll do it! I'll do it!
Yea, you know I'll do it
I'll do it, I'll do it
Yea, you know I'll do it
I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh"
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[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"}
(Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin)
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit
(I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me)
I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit
(That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!)
My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
It's hot, I'm checkin my AP
If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll
Nigga you must be crazy
I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit...
I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit...
[50 Cent]
Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
Kush smoke same color to match that coat
I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin
Dom poppin, party rockin
My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
My feds clockin my shit
Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch
Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick
This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
That shit fake, Audemars don't tick
Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit?
I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick
I'ma match that deal with my hat
They said I fell off, I snapped right back
Nigga my money can't fit in no safe
Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face
Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault
Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke
[Chorus]
[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent)]
HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did
Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big
Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
Give me brain like I ain't got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil' cents
I got rich, they ain't seen me since
Now it's all startin to make sense
I pull up in that brand new Benz
All of a sudden I got brand new friends
Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka
BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
I forgot she was in my bed
(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)
Damn! I blew through all my bread
That Lambo ain't got no top
Man I'm hotter than stove top
Rider Gang, we on top
And we havin a smoke-out
Eyes low but I'm so high
Don't ask me, I don't know why
I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit
As long pass the shit don't ask me shit, HUH!
[Chorus]
Leave The Lights On lyrics - 50 Cent
Say man we don't need much to come to the freak show
Come to the freak show
Fuck that, leave the lights on
Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on
Can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, I can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, leave the lights on
68-69 leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sister and put the pipe down
Girl I make the bed rock like I'm on a yacht
Shit citation tink prick lick my cock baby
Time's money check my turbion movement
I'm rich big, I say move, you get to move
And now my Bentley moves on, tight nigga I'm crusing
It ain't hard to tell who's running, who's loosing
Got a pent house around my wrist, I'm flashing out
Condo around my neck, I'm cashing out
I'm nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get
I got whip for days, I got kick for days
Louie, Hermes', hard the Jimmy Choo's
Ferogamo, Dolce Gabana, red bottom blues
Plus I got the Prada collection
I might leave my sochs on sex on old habbits
Babe show me what you know
Let the freak in you come out on the low
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl I never known all that S&M shit
Girl leave the spikes for me but you can get your ass whiped
Limited time, skip the foreplay
I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way
Hair pin's good you be looking excited
Seven hour flight she already 'rotic
London, Paris, France, Japan
Talk to me girl while we fuck, I can understand
Let's get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning
Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning
Started the next round, lick from my neck down
So she did do felatio correct. Wow!
I'll play monkey see, monkey do
So everything you do to me I do to you
It tickels but I am quite here
What the fuck she tryna see with her tongue stuck in my ear
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl girl I know you want me
Well why the hell wouldn't you want me?
Shorty now push up on it
Zip down my zipper, play with the pithon
You gon be just be like that?
You so insensitive, hurt my feelings
I mean from the bottom of my heart
I love you
Come to the freak show
Fuck that, leave the lights on
Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on
Can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, I can't see shit leave the lights on
Girl, leave the lights on
68-69 leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sister and put the pipe down
Girl I make the bed rock like I'm on a yacht
Shit citation tink prick lick my cock baby
Time's money check my turbion movement
I'm rich big, I say move, you get to move
And now my Bentley moves on, tight nigga I'm crusing
It ain't hard to tell who's running, who's loosing
Got a pent house around my wrist, I'm flashing out
Condo around my neck, I'm cashing out
I'm nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get
I got whip for days, I got kick for days
Louie, Hermes', hard the Jimmy Choo's
Ferogamo, Dolce Gabana, red bottom blues
Plus I got the Prada collection
I might leave my sochs on sex on old habbits
Babe show me what you know
Let the freak in you come out on the low
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl I never known all that S&M shit
Girl leave the spikes for me but you can get your ass whiped
Limited time, skip the foreplay
I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way
Hair pin's good you be looking excited
Seven hour flight she already 'rotic
London, Paris, France, Japan
Talk to me girl while we fuck, I can understand
Let's get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning
Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning
Started the next round, lick from my neck down
So she did do felatio correct. Wow!
I'll play monkey see, monkey do
So everything you do to me I do to you
It tickels but I am quite here
What the fuck she tryna see with her tongue stuck in my ear
68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Sit down my sweet, leave the lights on
Girl girl I know you want me
Well why the hell wouldn't you want me?
Shorty now push up on it
Zip down my zipper, play with the pithon
You gon be just be like that?
You so insensitive, hurt my feelings
I mean from the bottom of my heart
I love you
Money lyrics - 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes
I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes
Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
[50 Cent]
In high school I had coke and dope money
I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money
I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day
Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money
Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money
And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money
Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money
I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie
I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
I hate when niggaz act like bitches cause it costs me money
What the fuck!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way
I'm straight, some say I got more than I need
Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
It's amazing, I made it here on my own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to count, the amount I spent
Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
I got it made, I got Brinks truck money
Euros, grams[?], you wan' borrow some from me?
My bank statements have you niggaz like "Damn!"
Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man
Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food
Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do
Whassup?
[Chorus]
{"SMS, Audio"}
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
I'm on that bullshit
I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes
I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes
Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
[50 Cent]
In high school I had coke and dope money
I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money
I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day
Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money
Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money
And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money
Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money
I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie
I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
I hate when niggaz act like bitches cause it costs me money
What the fuck!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way
I'm straight, some say I got more than I need
Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
It's amazing, I made it here on my own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to count, the amount I spent
Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
I got it made, I got Brinks truck money
Euros, grams[?], you wan' borrow some from me?
My bank statements have you niggaz like "Damn!"
Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man
Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food
Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do
Whassup?
[Chorus]
{"SMS, Audio"}
Definition Of Sexy lyrics - 50 Cent
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
Seduction, I'm stumblin'
She weak and doubtin' my eyes
She want a kick in her thighs
It's perfect, it's worth it
I do what I got to get it
I ain't trippin' shit, I'm with it
I put it down when I hit it
She'll be so happy she did it
I bet she'll never forget it
In bed I'm like a wizard
Shoulder I squeeze in
She'll wanna kiss it over and over
Her body's a nap, I'm the God
I'm just here to show 'er
How I get to that G spot, non-stop
Tic toc, time fly
Hella fun, no lie
Oh I know I can give her what she needs
Slow mo or high speed
Existential need
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
You can hear us from the next room when we go at it
I started her addiction, she got a habit
She gotta have it, I'm always on my job
I work it nice and hard, I mean I work it how she wants
She my homie lover friend and she might just bring her other friend
Feel the rush, adrenaline, I make it to your basement
I say just keep it simple baby
We ain't gotta talk, look baby
If you want it and I want it
Maybe you should have it
Maybe we got one life to live
It's precious the time we share
Now call me when you're in need
Baby girl, I'll be there
Folks showin' me
You can confide, I'm a ride
24/7, ready to cross it
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
She's the definition
She's the definition
She is
She is
She is
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
Seduction, I'm stumblin'
She weak and doubtin' my eyes
She want a kick in her thighs
It's perfect, it's worth it
I do what I got to get it
I ain't trippin' shit, I'm with it
I put it down when I hit it
She'll be so happy she did it
I bet she'll never forget it
In bed I'm like a wizard
Shoulder I squeeze in
She'll wanna kiss it over and over
Her body's a nap, I'm the God
I'm just here to show 'er
How I get to that G spot, non-stop
Tic toc, time fly
Hella fun, no lie
Oh I know I can give her what she needs
Slow mo or high speed
Existential need
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
You can hear us from the next room when we go at it
I started her addiction, she got a habit
She gotta have it, I'm always on my job
I work it nice and hard, I mean I work it how she wants
She my homie lover friend and she might just bring her other friend
Feel the rush, adrenaline, I make it to your basement
I say just keep it simple baby
We ain't gotta talk, look baby
If you want it and I want it
Maybe you should have it
Maybe we got one life to live
It's precious the time we share
Now call me when you're in need
Baby girl, I'll be there
Folks showin' me
You can confide, I'm a ride
24/7, ready to cross it
She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin'
I'm gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I'm gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let 'er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
She's the definition
She's the definition
She is
She is
She is
Be My Bitch lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Brevi)
Shawty say she straight, cant wait till tonight to turn her out babee
Take her to a different world, get her baby girl
[Brevi (50 Cent)]
I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby)
We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay
[50 Cent]
Take her ass downtown, the Bentley drop top show her all around
Later when we get back we can show her how we live
Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib
[Brevi]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing
Why would I complain shes everything to me man
We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing
Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard
Great sex latex I'm playing my part
Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking
Until its damn near breaking
I can tell you from the get go
So you know how this shit go
This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental
I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
If your not into her your into me and well still get u
[Brevi]
Right when we get to the crib step right in
Boy you know what they say
You can be my bitch
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha
Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK
But when I come back you know that's how its going down
Well be back up in this bitch passing her around
You don't want me just to play my roll
You don't want me to come take control
You don't want me to move in too slow
You just wanna see me run this show
Lets go lets go lets go
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Take her to a different world, get her baby girl
[Brevi (50 Cent)]
I'll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby)
We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain't gotta pay
[50 Cent]
Take her ass downtown, the Bentley drop top show her all around
Later when we get back we can show her how we live
Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib
[Brevi]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing
Why would I complain shes everything to me man
We match together perfect isn't this amazing isn't this amazing
Back massage minaj they turned on I'm hard
Great sex latex I'm playing my part
Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking
Until its damn near breaking
I can tell you from the get go
So you know how this shit go
This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental
I'm about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
If your not into her your into me and well still get u
[Brevi]
Right when we get to the crib step right in
Boy you know what they say
You can be my bitch
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
[50 Cent]
I'm headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
I'll be gone for a while I'm leaving you in charge now haha haha
Shwaty wanna play at anytime I'm away it ain't OK
But when I come back you know that's how its going down
Well be back up in this bitch passing her around
You don't want me just to play my roll
You don't want me to come take control
You don't want me to move in too slow
You just wanna see me run this show
Lets go lets go lets go
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Your so sweet come see me, I'm gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I'm gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I'm gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch
[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch
[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
Can I Speak To You lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Schoolboy Q)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the four
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me bitch
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit
[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I'm silent
Right before I snap I'm violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the four
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch'll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I'm punching these are knockout flows
I'm cyber pimping I'm so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That's why my money stack quick
12 V's V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me bitch
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I'm where I'm supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em', Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I'm a usual suspect when it's a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it's the shit
[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I'm compelled to do
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I'm gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that's Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain't working
I say I'd rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I've seen your home broke nigga
It ain't a secret I get money you's a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga
Get Busy lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Kidd Kidd)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Get busy
Get busy
I'm insane yea, shit changed
I'm the head of that bang, bang
Anywhere gang,
Make it rain, trick
Make it rain
I hold on to mine
And buy more cocaine, I'm
Off the chain
Nigga I ain't playin'
I get it him with the semi nigga
Stun I let it rain
He rap I rap
But we ain't the same
He love a dame
I run a train
Canary yellow rocks in my ring
Everything private, my hoes in my planes
Every now bartender more champaigne
I shawn like crowman's Arizona rain
I stunt when I want
I ain't never gonna change
I go load the wood in my cardian frames
This what happens when a bebe kid,
Blow up, up on out this bitch
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, nigga you ain't got it like me
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
Get busy get busy
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Tell me why you don't like me
My chain too icy
The diamonds on my right hand
Striking like lightning
Throwing cake on your wife
When she liking the icing and uh
It's not even my birthday
She tellin' me she love me
And I wanna be your happy pusher
Then pulled the beetle in the first place
Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some
Look 'cause I know you know
And I know you nothing
With your rope in, coat in
Type of shit gonna get wild with no man
Ride a game thing, play the bitch without the ball
It's my night boy better love 'till mor'
I'm a boss plus walking big ballin' and
Talking, benz parking, rims glosin', click closer
Tell her way you drained the bottles
With the towels sparkling
Say money talks, bitch my money talks
Now
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, you ain't got it like me
Doing like me
Get busy get busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Yeah
Get busy
Get busy
I'm insane yea, shit changed
I'm the head of that bang, bang
Anywhere gang,
Make it rain, trick
Make it rain
I hold on to mine
And buy more cocaine, I'm
Off the chain
Nigga I ain't playin'
I get it him with the semi nigga
Stun I let it rain
He rap I rap
But we ain't the same
He love a dame
I run a train
Canary yellow rocks in my ring
Everything private, my hoes in my planes
Every now bartender more champaigne
I shawn like crowman's Arizona rain
I stunt when I want
I ain't never gonna change
I go load the wood in my cardian frames
This what happens when a bebe kid,
Blow up, up on out this bitch
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, nigga you ain't got it like me
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
Get busy get busy
You don't like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Tell me why you don't like me
My chain too icy
The diamonds on my right hand
Striking like lightning
Throwing cake on your wife
When she liking the icing and uh
It's not even my birthday
She tellin' me she love me
And I wanna be your happy pusher
Then pulled the beetle in the first place
Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some
Look 'cause I know you know
And I know you nothing
With your rope in, coat in
Type of shit gonna get wild with no man
Ride a game thing, play the bitch without the ball
It's my night boy better love 'till mor'
I'm a boss plus walking big ballin' and
Talking, benz parking, rims glosin', click closer
Tell her way you drained the bottles
With the towels sparkling
Say money talks, bitch my money talks
Now
[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
'Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I'm on now, get my money long now
Look here, you ain't got it like me
Doing like me
Get busy get busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Yeah
Double Up - Tone Mason lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Hayes)
It is what it is, son, niggers can't stand it
It's my flip flop and niggers been rounding 'round the planet
Welcome to Miami. Our friends say welcome to Miami.
There's keys to jah, welcome to back yard
Back to back poses and niggers go there hard
I love money. Niggers just drove money
Lord, if I spin circle there is no money
Leave none to a nigger, nigga I'm comfy'
Grow honey racks on a bitch, I told you she want me
If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe
Then a hoe be a hoe be a pimp, pay the rent
I'm a fly nigger on a hotel by flashy
But it's natural, then nigga tell me now, can you buy them?
And I've been this nigger South side since it's first day
I told the nigger suck a dick quick, 'cause I'm stretching.
I make a double up, few blocks role
I, I did it, I got to get more
I make a double up, baby soothed them all
The way the bedless and manchies they mumble on the floor.
I make a double up.
We're gonna at the side of the boarder chillin' with drug lords
Tryin' to put a word in, doin' the drug wars
They say: this what happen when you disrespect one of us
And cut the motherfucker hand right in front of us
That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali.
I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool, bro
I'd rather slang them to come and deal with this bullshit.
'Cause I ain't gonna buzz. Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love
Niggers know who they owe, my number ain't change, bitch
Front door serve this program in the grand quick
Could have put it right in your chest, close rain shit
Watch you die slow, let you know who you flamber
Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and friendship
I ain't the big sub stored, friend, I'm spread ship
Twelve GJ and fifteen ain't payin' shit
Passenger seats goin' get killed, I'm saying this
Prince pals, we don't drown a line of drug dealers
In the preminals going all out.
Before I say you played me I'll go in your house
And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out
You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
And I ain't a victim, motherfucker.
It's my flip flop and niggers been rounding 'round the planet
Welcome to Miami. Our friends say welcome to Miami.
There's keys to jah, welcome to back yard
Back to back poses and niggers go there hard
I love money. Niggers just drove money
Lord, if I spin circle there is no money
Leave none to a nigger, nigga I'm comfy'
Grow honey racks on a bitch, I told you she want me
If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe
Then a hoe be a hoe be a pimp, pay the rent
I'm a fly nigger on a hotel by flashy
But it's natural, then nigga tell me now, can you buy them?
And I've been this nigger South side since it's first day
I told the nigger suck a dick quick, 'cause I'm stretching.
I make a double up, few blocks role
I, I did it, I got to get more
I make a double up, baby soothed them all
The way the bedless and manchies they mumble on the floor.
I make a double up.
We're gonna at the side of the boarder chillin' with drug lords
Tryin' to put a word in, doin' the drug wars
They say: this what happen when you disrespect one of us
And cut the motherfucker hand right in front of us
That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali.
I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool, bro
I'd rather slang them to come and deal with this bullshit.
'Cause I ain't gonna buzz. Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love
Niggers know who they owe, my number ain't change, bitch
Front door serve this program in the grand quick
Could have put it right in your chest, close rain shit
Watch you die slow, let you know who you flamber
Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and friendship
I ain't the big sub stored, friend, I'm spread ship
Twelve GJ and fifteen ain't payin' shit
Passenger seats goin' get killed, I'm saying this
Prince pals, we don't drown a line of drug dealers
In the preminals going all out.
Before I say you played me I'll go in your house
And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out
You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
And I ain't a victim, motherfucker.
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