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[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]

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[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]

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