Get Money

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Yo, yo, wake up

C'mon wake up, it's time to check out

You gotta call your friends man

Tell them niggas "get up."

(Scarlett)

Aight, aight

Just one sec

Aight (???)...

C'mon man, you gotta get up man

It's time to get up (Aight)

You gotta go (I'm up, I'm up)

[Verse 1]

Yo everybody in my circle's a boss, we all floss

We get an order and baking sodaer it up before you get yours

I get chicks, my niggas get chicks, we hit them politics then switch

I watch niggas play games, frontin' fancy whips kid

Know damn well they still livin' at they mom's crib

They crazy, I get money, I ain't lazy

It's real baby I know cats that don't like me 'cause I'm gettin' mine

Man they in the background, dyin' to shine

I maintain bein' me whether I'm in the coop or in the hoop

I'm the same cat black and it's goin' stay like that

When I come through, everybody smile, even niggas who foul

You know the types who shoot shit up and act wild, I stash

My money pile, haters act funny style

I put the gat in they face and ask 'em "Is it funny now?"

You about to cause your ass to get laced and me to catch a new case

All for talkin' at the wrong time and the wrong place

[Chorus (50 Cent)]

All I need is just me and you (That's all you need)

That's simple enough (Let's get this money)

Gettin' money with my whole crew

All I need is just me and you

That's simple enough

Gettin' money with my whole crew

Don't you know the (???) too

[Verse 2]

My team, tight like brothers, but we don't wear the same clothes

We on some playa shit, so we fuck the same hoes

It's all about the chedda, how C said it "for us and betta"

Sip the Amaretta(?), cock the Berretta, stash it under the sweata'

E-Shorty(?) illin' them (???), treat her like you just met her

Tell her pack her bag, call a cab, let the dough hit her

With a good law splitta, you know the shitta

Then call her, fake like you forgive her, then go away and forget her

Then you can call her when you thirsty 'cuz you know you can hit her

Niggas can't see my clique, and they can't see me

See we rough like New York streets that'll bend your BBs

My moes are AMGs, feel the breeze then drop top Zs and freeze

M3s and Z3s, stretch the keys, expand the cheese

Stay away from the Ds, spark the trees

Roll with Gs, you know like me

I'm flashy, see, OT a OD, it's hard to stay low-key

[Chorus]

(Bash Brothers motherfuckers)

[Verse 3]

Yo, in the summer those who know me, know how we roll

All see X7s, GSXRs, and 9RRs

We like birds out the cage when the light turn green

Get the gas, pop the clutch, son you know what I mean

Now we flyin' like doves, some love to see us fly by

Some are foul man, they wanna see us fall out the sky

We accept the fact that if we fall, we might die

We addicted, we do what we do, cuz it get us high

Man I love it when a lotta girls is outside B

They be screaming at us like (C'm here you goin' ride with me)

I tell them "Yea" then tell them "Wait, before you get on my bike

If I'm ridin' you now, then I'm ridin' you tonight"

My flow it got the flu, but I ain't goin' give it to you

It's sick the way I spit, the hottest shit

I got flavor, you can taste it, I'm above basic

I'm a big shot, when I rock it's scorchin' hot