need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time
and Alize, I don't need shit! Nigga, I'm high all the time... I smoke that good shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+SMOKIN'
need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time
Alize, I don't need shit! Nigga, I'm high all the time... I smoke that good shit. I stay high all the time... Man I'm on some hood shit. {+SMOKIN' DAY
must be drunk I got there and get to your mouth I suggest you don't fuck around Everybody know how I get down, you know how I get down All we do is
My photo, on Cover of the Vibe A n-gga so live, it's GQ, XXL and Black Enterprise [Hook] All I wanna do is flip money and make a profit Shorty get to
We're back, move 50 cent Amusement park,F 50,[Incomprehensible], G Unit Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off Just pull 'em to the side If you wanna
been all the way, I mean all the all the way down But lookin' at this nigga now I never could've told it And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game
was funky Bitches start seeing them dollar signs Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents
and watch me Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, till you get sore Smack that, oooh Smack that, all on the floor Smack
d" is for deez nuts and you can get each one for free so feast up I pee in a cup for three months, I'm having an E party for easter please come [50 Cent
bar, faggots wanna look Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song For the kids to sing An' all my people that's drug dealin' just to get by Stackin' money 'til it get sky high We wasn
50's back at it again) [50 cent] Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level's high