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