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Luv Me No More

de 50 Cent

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
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 igot (yeah yeah)
Money I got, money I got (I run New York!)

I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes
Who the f**k cares
I'm stanky rich
I'ma die tryna spend this shit
Southside's 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 riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, I bake the bread
The barber, I cut ya head
The marksman, I spray the lead
I blood clot, chop ya leg
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dig?

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!)

You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now I got new hoes
First is 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 breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, mac-10
Who wan get it crackin?!

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 jewler, they callin me rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like blaow
You like my style
Ha ha I'm headin to the bank right now

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!)

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 colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya I'm bout my bread
I I get it
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it
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 bringin 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

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