I don't talk about it (50) Man I don't talk about it (Nah) Man I wan' talk about it (Yeah) And I wanna talk about it (Wooh)
Im makin millions quick and I wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I shoot a kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about it (These police) Nah, I don't talk about it
Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin in so I can say the My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind Got big enough for me to fiddle on my Bitches me cruisin, Moulin Rougin'
They and they strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga Me, I business, God's my only witness Watchin homicide, "Who the fuck did this?" Me I run the street, mayne, so I the heat, mayne
What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck the elite, mayne I fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy I hit you with the pound, yo' ass on the ground For? You that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, the bricks we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich That's why my ring bells all around this bitch Any you go through they know 50 Cent (And I don't talk about it, oh)
I'm makin' millions quick and I wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I'm still chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah) Nah, I don't wanna about it
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, Forty-five, my belt got the big Niggaz hate but I'm low star Caesar For grimy tryin to line me like, Oh a preacher
You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at With Mandela nephew heavy herb Then back to the projects, low from the task The dope spot's sellin more shit Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, 'bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. flyin object on twenty-fo's
More more hoes, more money, more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, I big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand, these ain't clothes, oh
Im makin millions quick and I wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna about it I shoot a kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about it Nah, I wanna talk about it (Nah, uh)
B A, N K, S 5, 5 0 Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my low Homie, I'm a Tahoe, loaded nine blow You see out on hydro, Luciano hoe
Louis V offended me, your in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, fuck her 'til she empty Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a new car
I them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby Listen and I'll show you, how controls you put you in my old school and let you pop the switch Pocketful in every packet, why I'm poppin shit
I don't forgive I forget, what you said, where you flip you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a
Im makin millions quick and I don't wan' talk it Nah, I don't wanna about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't talk about it Nah, I don't wanna about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I wan' talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it I'm flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna about it