Uhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh
Uhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh
Money make a pimp pimp hoes hustlas sell dope thugs gun smoke
What
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon get tore out the framee
TVs in the Rangee
I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed snort
Coc ainee and Herio anee
50 Cent
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie your rings and your motherf**kin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I'm about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money I aint playinn
Better understan what I'm sayin
What I'm sayin I aint playin
I'll be In front of your crib layin wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game for the fame gotta be a lamee
Crackers'll put ya in chains
Box'll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time man its gotta rain
That whole loose is ill
You better crack the whip mang
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes hoes
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherf**kin dough dough
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke smoke
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke broke
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherf**kin hoes hoes
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherf**kin dough dough
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke smoke
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke broke
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga you
Go against the grain
I'll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty one blood
Ya'll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
F**k it go out wit a bangg
Ya'll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk
To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benzo
She seen them TVs
And them big ol chriz omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ballaz
Politic wit the willies the real shot callaz
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hateaz tryin me
Hoes is abidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide-in me
Representin sure taste-az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It's me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife and thats real
Talkin shit on us thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal
I'm on for million wit your pit in the clit that shit true
I split through your defences so relentless get you without you even
Knoin
Got you strippin and even hoein
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherf**kin hoes hoes
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherf**kin dough dough
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke smoke
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke broke
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines
Is your bitch your bitch all the time
You done got your paper now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything'll be fine
Bitch
Runnin from pimpin bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherf**ka here
Huh bitch
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch