50 Cent Lyrics

Uh yea, Uh yea

Yea aaa

You know Skate Slide It

Loyal to my banks, Like 50 Cent oh yea

This money keep coming in, In love with this

I can't let this shit go yea, My pockets full

But i feel like Lil Baby, When i'm pouring a 4 up

That lil gun, Don't put no fear in us

Threw dirt on our name, Tryna bury us

I'll go gold like a saint, Like i'm Reggie Bush

I trap out the medicine bottle

Don't try, This a tip got a clip full of hollows

I can put designer on you girl, Just look at me

I got racks, I can turn you to a model

Pills got me high, NASA

Like Boxer, A big dawg

You don't love me, So why would you say it

Was high, I woke up had racks in the bed

C230s all in my body god damn, They keep telling me you need to quit

But they don't know why, I'm feeling like this

Act like I love her, I just wanna hit

Ma saying be careful, Like Dolly

Get white boy high, So Gnarly

Think I want me a bitch like Karlae, But she gotta be slime enough

Something like Tommy, Got power

We balling now, They tryna foul us

Like Drake I got issues, Don't have trust

RME baby, Something I care about

I'm 3 Zs baby, Something I care about

Tryna get rich with my crews, Like Terry now

Say you fuck with me, You tried to tear me down

I wish that, I never came around

I show love, When I bring that paper out

Trapping and rapping for real, Don't think i'll stop if they give me a deal

I promise i'm, Keeping it real I swear

Buffalo i'm bout my bills, I swear

Trap got percs, weed, and lean, Et cetera

Your bitch wanna fuck on a nigga, I just put her in my schedule

Trippie Redd we gonna get it together, Got money man I had to get it together

Young nigga shit, We gone ball forever

Young nigga shit, We gone ball forever

Rockstar shit, I just been clutching on metal

Rockstar shit, I'm on a whole another level

I don't speak on what I do, No show & tell

Percs came from Cali, Got pills in the mail

Choppa sing, Patti Labelle

My bitches sweet, Got different pairs

Bankroll so big, Dictionary

She so pretty, I hit her in missionary

Headshot, Now they read obituaries

I feel so bad, For your family

A bitch called her phone, Now she mad at me

I'm running routes, They should Madden Me

You a broke boy, Damn it's sad to see

You cuffing a hoe, That's a tragedy

Getting millions in my plan, I'll stick to the strategy

Geeking damn, I'm hi eh fuk like Yuney

Treat me precious bae, My pockets fat like Mo'Nique

She never judge me, She love when I throw up B's

My money they throw up C's, Shit that's brazy

Got diamonds, Put ice on me baby

He not crip, My nigga acting shady

It is what it is, Ima slime like lil haiti

Like Thug, Don't know where ima go i'm amazing

Seen one of the homies fucking with the opps, I been watching him lately

Loyal to my banks, Like 50 Cent oh yea

This money keep coming in, In love with this

I can't let this shit go yea, My pockets full

But i feel like Lil Baby, When i'm pouring a 4 up

That lil gun, Don't put no fear in us

Threw dirt on our name, Tryna bury us

I'll go gold like a saint, Like i'm Reggie Bush

I trap out the medicine bottle

Don't try, This a tip got a clip full of hollows

I can put designer on you girl, Just look at me

I got racks, I can turn you to a model

Pills got me high, NASA

Like Boxer, A big dawg

You don't love me, So why would you say it

Was high, I woke up had racks in the bed