[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
GGGGGG G Unit 50 Cent, Gerth Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me?
check it out
Porsche spots drop
Gun in the stash box
Get ya b**** a** shot stuntin around here (here)
Flow so hot
They say I got it locked
Hold on a second homie, lets get this clear
Look the wrist stay rocked
The Ruger stay c***ed
I hope ya smoke alot cause I supply the weed spot
Got a few questions and I need the answer on the spot
That b**** you wit, she like you or she like what she got?
Tryin to maintain
Tearin n***** out the frame
Semi automatic flows
You know how it goes
Boss B-O-S-S-M-A-N
Gun in hand
Understand gettin money is the plan
Gerth Street is my man
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
[Stat Quo]
(no find)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Its on now time to cut the cake
f*** the jake tuck the plate
n**** move dump the eight
guaranteed to pump his brakes
To p***y drunk the case ain't got a month to waste
Smile with a pumpkin face
Deep enough to jump the states
Stuff you in the trunk escape
You want a problem?
f*** the Bapes, up the stakes
Everything I wear is up to date
Loyal cat, guaranteed my son'll be a spoiled brat
Hot enough to boil crack
M-5 all you black
I'm the reason all you rap
Admit it I'm Daddy Black
Doin this since Caddy Shack
With Gurth Street In that Caddy Lac
Blowin' out a pillow pack
I call it "Coffee Brown"
b****** can't get off me now
Rasta man toss me pounds
I ain't from a softy town
n*****'ll brake ya bones, crack ya face
Call the doctor let him put it back in place
[Talking: 50 Cent]
ha ha ha 50 Cent, yeah what u gon do boy? From New York to Atlanta to
Dallas boy I'm all over the place I'm international player you heard me?
Can't do nothing with me hey yo Flip holla at me man holla at me man I'm
tryin to holla at you
Lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
GGGGGG G Unit 50 Cent, Gerth Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me?
check it out
Porsche spots drop
Gun in the stash box
Get ya b**** a** shot stuntin around here (here)
Flow so hot
They say I got it locked
Hold on a second homie, lets get this clear
Look the wrist stay rocked
The Ruger stay c***ed
I hope ya smoke alot cause I supply the weed spot
Got a few questions and I need the answer on the spot
That b**** you wit, she like you or she like what she got?
Tryin to maintain
Tearin n***** out the frame
Semi automatic flows
You know how it goes
Boss B-O-S-S-M-A-N
Gun in hand
Understand gettin money is the plan
Gerth Street is my man
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
[Stat Quo]
(no find)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
yeah!
lets get that money man
lets get that money man
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Its on now time to cut the cake
f*** the jake tuck the plate
n**** move dump the eight
guaranteed to pump his brakes
To p***y drunk the case ain't got a month to waste
Smile with a pumpkin face
Deep enough to jump the states
Stuff you in the trunk escape
You want a problem?
f*** the Bapes, up the stakes
Everything I wear is up to date
Loyal cat, guaranteed my son'll be a spoiled brat
Hot enough to boil crack
M-5 all you black
I'm the reason all you rap
Admit it I'm Daddy Black
Doin this since Caddy Shack
With Gurth Street In that Caddy Lac
Blowin' out a pillow pack
I call it "Coffee Brown"
b****** can't get off me now
Rasta man toss me pounds
I ain't from a softy town
n*****'ll brake ya bones, crack ya face
Call the doctor let him put it back in place
[Talking: 50 Cent]
ha ha ha 50 Cent, yeah what u gon do boy? From New York to Atlanta to
Dallas boy I'm all over the place I'm international player you heard me?
Can't do nothing with me hey yo Flip holla at me man holla at me man I'm
tryin to holla at you