I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie?
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing ***** get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty it's only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all *****s y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my ***t bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say "Fifty, I'm sick."
That's why these *****s is on my ****
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my ***t
See I'm a lair man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I'mma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
I was a po' *****, now I'm a rich *****
Getting paper now you can't tell me ***t *****
You can find me in the fo' dot six *****
In the backseat fondling ya ***** *****
I was a po' *****, now I'm a rich *****
Getting paper now you can't tell me ***t *****
You can find me in the fo' dot six *****
In the backseat fondling ya ***** *****
New York *****s, copy *****s like it's all good
**** around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no ******* bama
I'm from NY whoady, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, *****s go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done （yeah）
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up
I lay you down, the coroners will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay with heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C-O screaming shut the **** up in the pen
I was a po' *****, now I'm a rich *****
Getting paper now you can't tell me ***t *****
You can find me in the fo' dot six *****
In the backseat fondling ya ***** *****
I was a po' *****, now I'm a rich *****
Getting paper now you can't tell me ***t *****
You can find me in the fo' dot six *****
In the backseat fondling ya ***** *****
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my **** game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn ***t changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man
I was a po' *****, now I'm a rich *****
Getting paper now you can't tell me ***t *****
You can find me in the fo' dot six *****
In the backseat fondling ya ***** *****
I was a po' *****, now I'm a rich *****
Getting paper now you can't tell me ***t *****
You can find me in the fo' dot six *****
In the backseat fondling ya ***** *****