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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Lead Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Clervoix III
Michael Clervoix III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sha Money XL
Sha Money XL
Producer
Eminem
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Recording Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Executive Producer
Steve King
Steve King
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My **** talk for me, blaow, what up, homie?
My watch saying, "Hi shorty, we could be friends"
My whip saying, "Quit playing, ****, get in"
My earring saying, "We can hit the mall together"
Shorty, it's only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things, y'all ****, y'all know my style
Your wrist "bling bling", my **** "bling blaow"
My pinky ring talk, it say, "Fifty, I'm sick"
That's why these **** is on my ****
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man, he gon' bump my ****
See, I'm a liar, man, I really don't care (I don't care)
I tell the **** whatever they wanna hear
You tryna play me, I'ma **** you then
My cross cost more than the crib your mamma raised you in
[Verse 2]
I was a poor ****, now I'm a rich ****
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me ****, ****
You can find me in the four-dot-six, ****
In the backseat **** your ****, ****
Was a poor ****, now I'm a rich ****
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me ****, ****
You can find me in the four-dot-six, ****
In the backseat **** your ****, ****
[Verse 3]
New York **** copy **** like it's all good
**** around, be ****-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no **** bammer
I'm from NY whoadie, but I know country grammar (Woo)
See, me, I get it crunk, **** go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back (Yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad, chump (Uh-huh)
Don't make me hit you up
Come and get you up
See, 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay with ****
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real gutter, man; the hood love me, man
Don't make me show up in your crib like bruh-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
CO screaming, "Shut the **** up!" in the bing
[Verse 4]
I was a poor ****, now I'm a rich ****
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me ****, ****
You can find me in the four-dot-six, ****
In the backseat fondling your ****, ****
Was a poor ****, now I'm a rich ****
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me ****, ****
You can find me in the four-dot-six, ****
In the backseat fondling your ****, ****
[Verse 5]
I'm in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday; Thursday, I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe' or 'Vette, I tear up the highway (Woo!)
Shawty, she could tell you 'bout my **** game (Yeah)
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn, **** changed
These young boys, they done got they own work, man
[Verse 6]
I was a poor ****, now I'm a rich ****
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me ****, ****
You can find me in the four-dot-six, ****
In the backseat fondling your ****, ****
Was a poor ****, now I'm a rich ****
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me ****, ****
You can find me in the four-dot-six, ****
In the backseat fondling your ****, ****
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Michael Clervoix III
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