I make millions quick ,and I don't

wanna talk about it

I shoot a nigga kid, and I don't

wamma talk about it

I f**k the baddest bitches, 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 bitch roll down

the window so I can feel the wind blow

Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk

Bitches with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin'

They f**kin and they strippin nigga, I ain't

even trippin nigga

Me I handle business, God's my only witness

Watchin homicide sayin who the f**k did dis

Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane

Your soul is what you reap, when you f**k with the

elite mane

I don't f**k around boy, you better ask around boy

I'll hit you with the pound, leave your ass on the

ground for, you poppin that bullshit like I don't

pull shit

Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the

bricks

Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich

That's why my name ring bells all round this bitch

Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent

(Chorus)