[Intro: 50 Cent] Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggas gon' stay in the car Imma go and handle this shit Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... word up Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggas is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram?
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go Got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some "get this money" shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DEA I sold dope in VA My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA I'll show you where I rest at, it ain't hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment (Hey, times is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'mma kill Guiliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes
[Hook: 50 Cent] NY ain't the same, it's OT playa You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man [x2]
[Outro: 50 Cent] Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around, (Aha) That means I copped and I went outta town. ('Das right) You motherfuckers know how I get down I'm bout my money man, I'm bout my money man