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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J Dutton
J Dutton
Songwriter
Christine Yarian Perren
Christine Yarian Perren
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Freddie Perren
Freddie Perren
Songwriter
Leon Ware
Leon Ware
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Tony Yayo
Tony Yayo
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Seamus Tyson
Seamus Tyson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
**** **** copied my style Russ
That's why I had to switch up on 'em
Know what I mean?
Mad **** sound like me
[Verse 2]
I run the show now I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
I'm on the low now I got the four pound
In case a motherfucker gotta get shot
The only time is coming slow down
See they know now I won't hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down after you're shot down
We gon' come through and set up shop
You **** gone work for me now you gone see now
How I change shit re-arrange shit
See for you dawg this is new shit
I'm from Southside **** we do this
The say I'm grimey it's hard to find me
When the sky lighten up the sky
**** wanna line me try and kill me
Go ahead **** I dare you to try fuck that ****
[Verse 3]
We moving on up
Yeah we getting that dough for sure we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure the dough **** you know what
We moving on up
Yeah we getting that dough for sure we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure the dough **** you know what
[Verse 4]
I'm 'bout my bread now I'll cut your head now
You know you weak **** you should be dead now
I hold a Glock down I gotta drop now
**** I'm eating you know I ain't gonna stop now
One more trip one more flip
I move a truckload **** not one brick
They make me so sick fucking sick to my stomach
You **** talk shit but they that know I want it
My clique's so sick **** know how we on it
Light up more shit the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get your name carved into neck
Have my little homies run up on your ass with the Tec
Yeah I stunt in the Vette got stash in the Vette
I get head in the whip I get ass on the jet
I'm oh so fresh so mother fucking clean
24 inch gleam when I pull up on the scene
[Verse 5]
We moving on up
Yeah we getting that dough for sure we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure the dough **** you know what
We moving on up
Yeah we getting that dough for sure we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure the dough **** you know what
[Verse 6]
Been smoking that dip the PCP got them thinking they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a **** rock hard trying to fuck your daughter
The LSD I have will have **** running round trying to kill you for us
Smoking that piff sipping that yak talking that shit loading that strap
[Verse 7]
We moving on up
Yeah we getting that dough for sure we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure the dough **** you know what
We moving on up
Yeah we getting that for sure we moving on up
You'll get chromed up
Cash is flow for sure the dough **** you know what
Written by: 50 Cent, J Dutton
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