[Intro: 50 Cent]
The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1,2,3
I Get Money I-I Get Money I-I Get I Get I Get I Get
[Refrain: 50 Cent]
I get money, money I got
I-I get money, money I got
I-I get money, money I got
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Come on man I'm hot now
Drop now, top down I got style
Been around the block pal
Imagine what I got now
The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti
Range and Maserati
I got em all goddamn
My money, my, my, my money, long
I blackout and break a bat over your ass like Barry Bonds
I get it
I'm down for the jooks now what's up I'm with it
I'm with it
I told you I was gonna cake up I did it
I did it
Niggas trying to show me how to ball
Man they trying to buy some Gucci
I'm tryin to buy the mall
I ain't came to get a little bit I'm trying to get it all
My new bitch a cool bitch I'm fitting to make her spoiled
If my watch is right, my stocks is right
But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight
Still gutter like a motherfucker
Chipped up don't be surprised when I grip up
You slip up you could get it
[Refrain]
[Verse 2: Diddy]
Bo knows but Diddy did it
Cars, jewelry and big homes yeah Diddy did it
Shootouts, coastal beefs yeah Diddy did it
But my lawyers so good that
Diddy got aquitted
I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez
While you was ridin around in Miami on Mopeds
Yeah, oh you just got here
I been doing this shit for over ten years
I am chilling in Sean John denim
Nigga I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheeling
Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceilin
Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling
Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue
Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal
Face on the Forbes in 94 I did it
For the record I'm a Bad Boy now let's get it come on
[Refrain]
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I get the pounds to pesos to yen
I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen
I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again
I'm bad and I don't play pretend
Fuck with em Jay
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
I'm a hustler baby
Can't escape my past
When I flip Rocawear
I told em give me money cash
Yeah, checks might bounce
Alphabet boys might check my counts
Still hustling baby
Hurry up, kill me
I'm already the goat next stop is the billy
Young turbo, six speed 911
I'm revving
I'm trying not to spill my Merlot
Where my girl go on world tour
Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlow
I'm back clubbing Ace of Spade bubbling
Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket
I'm killing the block with multiple whips
So I'm killing the roof like Michael Vick
Just call me forbes.com
In case y'all forget New York is still mine I get it
[Refrain]
The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1,2,3
I Get Money I-I Get Money I-I Get I Get I Get I Get
[Refrain: 50 Cent]
I get money, money I got
I-I get money, money I got
I-I get money, money I got
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Come on man I'm hot now
Drop now, top down I got style
Been around the block pal
Imagine what I got now
The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti
Range and Maserati
I got em all goddamn
My money, my, my, my money, long
I blackout and break a bat over your ass like Barry Bonds
I get it
I'm down for the jooks now what's up I'm with it
I'm with it
I told you I was gonna cake up I did it
I did it
Niggas trying to show me how to ball
Man they trying to buy some Gucci
I'm tryin to buy the mall
I ain't came to get a little bit I'm trying to get it all
My new bitch a cool bitch I'm fitting to make her spoiled
If my watch is right, my stocks is right
But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight
Still gutter like a motherfucker
Chipped up don't be surprised when I grip up
You slip up you could get it
[Refrain]
[Verse 2: Diddy]
Bo knows but Diddy did it
Cars, jewelry and big homes yeah Diddy did it
Shootouts, coastal beefs yeah Diddy did it
But my lawyers so good that
Diddy got aquitted
I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez
While you was ridin around in Miami on Mopeds
Yeah, oh you just got here
I been doing this shit for over ten years
I am chilling in Sean John denim
Nigga I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheeling
Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceilin
Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling
Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue
Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal
Face on the Forbes in 94 I did it
For the record I'm a Bad Boy now let's get it come on
[Refrain]
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I get the pounds to pesos to yen
I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen
I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again
I'm bad and I don't play pretend
Fuck with em Jay
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
I'm a hustler baby
Can't escape my past
When I flip Rocawear
I told em give me money cash
Yeah, checks might bounce
Alphabet boys might check my counts
Still hustling baby
Hurry up, kill me
I'm already the goat next stop is the billy
Young turbo, six speed 911
I'm revving
I'm trying not to spill my Merlot
Where my girl go on world tour
Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlow
I'm back clubbing Ace of Spade bubbling
Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket
I'm killing the block with multiple whips
So I'm killing the roof like Michael Vick
Just call me forbes.com
In case y'all forget New York is still mine I get it
[Refrain]
