50 cent – I Get Money scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50) [Chorus] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 1] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it For billions, what the f**k? Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the f**k cares Im stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit Southside’s up in in this bitch Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I’m already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, f**k the chitter chat I’m the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead “I blood clot, chop ya leg” Do not f**k with the kid I get biz wit the cigg I come where you live Ya dead! [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 2] You can call this my new shit But it aint new tho I got rid of my old bitch Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, “who wan get it crackin?!” I was young, i couldnt do good Now i cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now nigga why you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my style Ha ha im headin to the bank right now [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a teflon Don, but i run New York When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk I I get it, In the hood if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya im bout my bread I I get it, Round the world if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya they love the kid I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa.. I get money, money is got Im back on the streets man, I get money, money is got Im bringin the heat man, I get money, money is got Im on my grind, Money I got, money is got Like all the time, I get money, money is got Tryna stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill cock my 9 Dont get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said dont get outta line I I get it.. I I get it.. Yeah, yeah