Get Money

Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yo, yo, wake up C'mon wake up, it's time to check out You gotta call your friends man Tell them niggas "get up." (Scarlett) Aight, aight Just one sec Aight (???)... C'mon man, you gotta get up man It's time to get up (Aight) You gotta go (I'm up, I'm up) [Verse 1] Yo everybody in my circle's a boss, we all floss We get an order and baking sodaer it up before you get yours I get chicks, my niggas get chicks, we hit them politics then switch I watch niggas play games, frontin' fancy whips kid Know damn well they still livin' at they mom's crib They crazy, I get money, I ain't lazy It's real baby I know cats that don't like me 'cause I'm gettin' mine Man they in the background, dyin' to shine I maintain bein' me whether I'm in the coop or in the hoop I'm the same cat black and it's goin' stay like that When I come through, everybody smile, even niggas who foul You know the types who shoot shit up and act wild, I stash My money pile, haters act funny style I put the gat in they face and ask 'em "Is it funny now?" You about to cause your ass to get laced and me to catch a new case All for talkin' at the wrong time and the wrong place [Chorus (50 Cent)] All I need is just me and you (That's all you need) That's simple enough (Let's get this money) Gettin' money with my whole crew All I need is just me and you That's simple enough Gettin' money with my whole crew Don't you know the (???) too [Verse 2] My team, tight like brothers, but we don't wear the same clothes We on some playa shit, so we fuck the same hoes It's all about the chedda, how C said it "for us and betta" Sip the Amaretta(?), cock the Berretta, stash it under the sweata' E-Shorty(?) illin' them (???), treat her like you just met her Tell her pack her bag, call a cab, let the dough hit her With a good law splitta, you know the shitta Then call her, fake like you forgive her, then go away and forget her Then you can call her when you thirsty 'cuz you know you can hit her Niggas can't see my clique, and they can't see me See we rough like New York streets that'll bend your BBs My moes are AMGs, feel the breeze then drop top Zs and freeze M3s and Z3s, stretch the keys, expand the cheese Stay away from the Ds, spark the trees Roll with Gs, you know like me I'm flashy, see, OT a OD, it's hard to stay low-key [Chorus] (Bash Brothers motherfuckers) [Verse 3] Yo, in the summer those who know me, know how we roll All see X7s, GSXRs, and 9RRs We like birds out the cage when the light turn green Get the gas, pop the clutch, son you know what I mean Now we flyin' like doves, some love to see us fly by Some are foul man, they wanna see us fall out the sky We accept the fact that if we fall, we might die We addicted, we do what we do, cuz it get us high Man I love it when a lotta girls is outside B They be screaming at us like (C'm here you goin' ride with me) I tell them "Yea" then tell them "Wait, before you get on my bike If I'm ridin' you now, then I'm ridin' you tonight" My flow it got the flu, but I ain't goin' give it to you It's sick the way I spit, the hottest shit I got flavor, you can taste it, I'm above basic I'm a big shot, when I rock it's scorchin' hot