I don't wan' talk it (50) Man I don't wanna talk it (Nah) Man I wan' talk about it (Yeah) And I don't wanna about it (Wooh)
Im makin millions quick and I wan' talk about it Nah, I don't talk about 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' talk it Nah, I wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk it (These police) Nah, I don't wanna talk it
Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin in so I can say the My bitch down the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to on my kinfolk Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin
They fuckin and strippin, nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga Me, I handle business, God's my witness homicide, sayin "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 with the elite, I don't around, boy, you better ask around, boy I hit you with the pound, yo' ass on the ground For? You poppin that bullshit, like I don't shit
Fully loaded and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks Nigga we hittin licks, 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' quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it
I the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't talk about it (Yeah, the kid, nigga, yeah) Nah, I don't wanna talk it
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, Forty-five, my belt got the big Niggaz but I'm low seven star Caesar 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 task The dope spot's sellin more than Scott Storch
I'm of these pricks, lyin 'bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan like and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin on twenty-fo's
More money hoes, more money, more clothes Smoke AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah I big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh
Im makin quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' about it Nah, I wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't talk about it Nah, I don't 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, fully loaded blow You see out on hydro, Luciano hoe
Louis V offended me, your bitch in my C And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she Empty on you if you front, your passenger is stuck Give ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, and I'll show you, how money controls you I'll put you in my old and let you pop the switch in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shit
I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on piff Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you rich, you a snitch
Im makin millions quick and I don't wan' 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 wan' about it Nah, I don't wanna talk it I'm still flippin chickens, I wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna about it