bitch (BOOM) Hundred on my wrist (BOOM) God damn I'm the shit (BOOM) I think I'm 'bout to make even mo' money than 50 Cent (BOOM) Drop top Bentley man
[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know
[intro - 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money (ha-ha) [chorus - 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don'
main man double it up When my label wouldn't drop my shit I ain't get mad, I went got them bricks I had a Jacob like 50 Cent In '04 got my paper acts
50 Cent and bitch I ain't no Wanksta And I don't get down like that, in the right time, at the right spot If you try to buck, you gon' get shot Hey fella
never heard of Too $hort, then you must be a square Fuck around and get slapped when you fucks with a player Real women get much respect Gold diggers
Brat, how's that? I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat lick
my that my steven shikal, he living lavish Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on The tin man mo, that's pah prince of darkness, that
Fif Now that's ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin' them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money
nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man they love me when I'm
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac You can get popped after all that shit you pop [Kon Artis] Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the
shot you got Ja quit playing knock it off your not Tupac you can get popped after all that shit you pop Kuniva Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get
'm gettin' writer's block (Psyche) Man, get the bozak We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flavor) Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go catch some wreck (We in effect, money
I'm gettin' writer's block Psyche! Man, get the bozac We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava) Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money
man, man, I'm my own man But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope, man Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man Flickin' Starter coats, man, man,
I'm doin' you things, holla [50 Cent] Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out Now piece by piece we put it all together Time to get this dough nigga
all chill) None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas) Put the 50 Cent beer away (Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain?t drinkin? that)} {We gon? drink that
But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated