, it don't bother me Roosevelt 'til I'm dust, I.G.T. [Chorus: ?] What ch'all wanna do, make money? Or make cents But it makes sense to make money, and
money make the world go round Material things make a hoe go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG Bitch I'm rich but I don't trick on GP That
Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in
ha, yea, yea [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who i iz I got a full clip and niggaz know i get biz [50 Cent Chorus] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will I'll
this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill ya if you f**k with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww
you cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggaz And I ain't did no business wit 'em, I don't owe these niggaz a minute
I recommend or say hello to my little friend *Lloyd Banks* Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cuz mah buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on He ride wit me when I
I’mlike Patty LaBelle, homie, I’mon my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I’ma rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
who you got beef wit?" I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you,
friend (Lloyd Banks) Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on They ride with me when I'm past the mall Don't
On You Better, Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! I Pull Out You Better, Get Down! I Let Off You Better, Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down
mean I remember when I used to think you was sick Now i know what you are, just a small dick G-Unit got rap covered for many years I'll dice you up like
the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin' G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit Pussy, lets get it poppin' G-g-unit, g-g-unit, g-g-g-unit, g-g-g-g-g-g-unit, g-unit!
Before I cut low miss this go-ne Doing all the merger a fiss in a bledger See I don’t ride wolves cos I know be faking Don’t eat bacon cos that’s for
on Hennessy, can I sip some more? Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in
and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor I make hits in the streets and in the booth So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU) I'm tatted up, cause