I wan' talk about it (50) Man I don't wanna about it (Nah) Man I don't wan' about it (Yeah) And I don't wanna talk it (Wooh)
Im makin quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna about it
I the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't talk about it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' about it (These police) Nah, I don't wanna about it
Go 'head, ask me I'm ridin in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my Bitches me cruisin, Moulin Rougin'
They fuckin and they strippin, nigga, I ain't trippin nigga Me, I handle business, God's my witness Watchin homicide, "Who the fuck did this?" Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat,
What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck the elite, mayne I don't around, boy, you better ask around, boy I hit you with the pound, yo' ass on the ground For? You poppin 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 name bells all around this bitch Any you go through they know 50 Cent (And I wanna talk about it, oh)
I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' about it Nah, I wanna talk 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 about it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't talk about it (Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah) Nah, I wanna talk about it
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, Forty-five, my belt got the big Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star For grimy niggaz tryin to me like, Oh a preacher
You got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew heavy herb Then back to the projects, low from the force The dope spot's more shit than Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, lyin bricks Got my can and my white, my tan Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin object on
More more hoes, more money, more clothes that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah I big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand, these bullshit clothes, oh
Im makin quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna about it I a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it
I fuck the bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it Nah, I don't wanna talk 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, blind hoe
Louis V me, your bitch in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, I'ma her 'til she empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck Give ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby Listen and I'll show you, how money you I'll put you in my old and let you pop the switch Pocketful in packet, that's why I'm poppin shit
I don't forgive I forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on piff Bye-bye, you bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch
Im makin millions quick and I don't wan' talk it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I a nigga 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 wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it