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I Get Money Lyrics

50 Cent – I Get Money
[Intro - sampled and scratched]
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money

{Chorus - 50 Cent w/ sampled vocals}
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money I got, money I got (I run New York!)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
I get money, money I got (I I get it)
I get money, money I got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

[50 Cent]
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
And Coca-Cola came and bought it; for billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares
I'm stanky rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit
Southsides' up in in this bitch
Yeah I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats
In the south of France baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan, I'm already black, rich, I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat
Call that a river rat, shit, fuck the chitter chat
The baker, I bake the bread, the barber, I cut your head
The marksman, I spray the led, Blood clot, chop your leg!
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz with the cigg, I come where you live, ya dig?

{Chorus}

[50 Cent]
You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new though
I got rid of my old bitch, now I got new hoes
First it was the Benzo, now I'm in the Enzo
Ferrari, I'm sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!)
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole click break dance
Back spin, head spin, flatline, your dead then
9 shells, Mac-10, Who wan' get it crackin?!
When I was young, I couldn't do good, now I can't do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad? Oh you can't do that?
I'm so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they callin me Rocky
It's the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like bloaw, you like my style
Ha-Ha, I'm heading to the bank right now

{Chorus}

[50 Cent]
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but I run New York
When I come outta court, yea I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk (I-I Get It)
In the hood if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm about my bread (I-I Get It)
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya they love the kid (I-I Get It)

{Outro - 50 Cent talking as chorus repeats}
Whoa Hey
(I I get it)
Whoa Hey
(I I get it)
Whoa Hey
(Yeah)
Whoa Hey
(I run New York!)
Whoa Hey
(I I get it)
Whoa Hey
(I I get it)
Whoa Hey
(Yeah, yeah)
Whoa Hey
(I run New York!)
Whoa

I get money, money I got
(I'm back on the streets man)
I get money, money I got
(I'm bringing the heat man)
I get money, money I got
(I'm on my grind)
money I got, money I got
(Like all the time)
I get money, money I got
(Tryna' stop my shine)
I get money, money I got
(I'll cock my 9...don't get outta line)
money I got, money I got
(I said don't get outta line)
I I get it, I I get it
(Yeah, yeah)