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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Taj Brown
Taj Brown
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Young
Andre Young
Composer
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Kirk Robinson
Kirk Robinson
Songwriter
Roy Hammond
Roy Hammond
Songwriter
Stanberry William Curtis
Stanberry William Curtis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Frankie "Whispers" Zago
Frankie "Whispers" Zago
Recording Engineer
Tyrone Fyffe
Tyrone Fyffe
Producer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Ty Fyffe
Ty Fyffe
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood Walk to this, now Crips Walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit Now Blood Walk to this, now Crips Walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit I'm in my Lambo maggot, my 44 faggots Doors lift up I'm like go, go Gadget See the shit I got on, homey I hate too My Teflon arm brought my government issues I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues Your wife on the futon Huggin that skit Zo Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got for' fifths and bananas on the K's And got more whips than a runaway slave Me and Yayo go back like some high-top fades When I made fifty mills, Em got paid When I made sixty mills, Dre got paid When I made eighty mills, Jimmy got paid I ain't even gotta rap now life is made Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy man I'm laughing Straight to The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing Straight to The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing straight to The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing I see nothing but hundred-dollar bills in the bank roll I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold Got it off the street moving bundles and loads Seventy-Three Caprice old school when I roll Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll No more platinum I'm wearing gold I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow That brings enough dough it's never enough dough Shit I need mo' I need shit out the stop' Baby blue was cold fresh out the flow' Stashbox by the dash box in case, they want war Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy I set the club on fire I told ya I'm the general salute me soldier I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing Straight to the Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughing Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out I wanna see you, break it down Now back it up now, you know what I'm about It's like a bank job I'm renting them out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Andre Romell Young, Tyrone Fyffe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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