(Chorus) I make millions quick ,and I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a n***a kid, and I don't wamma talk about it I f** the baddest b**hes, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wanna talk about it (50) Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in so I can say the Enzo, my b**h roll down the window so I can feel the wind blow Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk b**hes with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin' They f**in and they strippin n***a, I ain't even trippin n***a Me I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin homicide sayin who the f** did dis Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane Your soul is what you reap, when you f** with the elite mane I don't f** around boy, you better ask around boy I'll hit you with the pound, leave your a** on the ground for, you poppin that bullsh** like I don't pull sh** Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the bricks n***a we hittin licks, stickin sh**, gettin rich That's why my name ring bells all round this b**h Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (Chorus)