[Chorus: 50 Cent] Lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] GGGGGG G Unit 50 Cent, Gerth Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me? check it out Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so hot They say I got it locked Hold on a second homie, lets get this clear Look the wrist stay rocked The Ruger stay cocked I hope ya smoke alot cause I supply the weed spot Got a few questions and I need the answer on the spot That bitch you wit, she like you or she like what she got? Tryin to maintain Tearin niggas out the frame Semi automatic flows You know how it goes Boss B-O-S-S-M-A-N Gun in hand Understand gettin money is the plan Gerth Street is my man
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man
[Verse 2:] Call me the unemployment office, cause a nigga got that work Niggas stavin on the other side I lock they turf If ya funkin' you don't wanna get popped at first Cause ya might end up bein locked in that hearse I'm a veteran and you'ze an amateur kid I'll fuck ya bitch and video tape it like Tommy and Pamela did We put the icing on the cake and we covered the spread You fuck with me or my niggas you'll be covered in red Thats like when them young niggas smothered that kid Niggas snitched on eachother now they both doin a bid Dumbass niggas you supposed to have ya allibi straight When ya gettin interogatted you supposed to keep a straight face I keep it gangsta for my niggas up in Cali We sit on 23 inch spinners up in the alley We smoke on dro from Texas to the NY Ten niggas with me that mean ten niggas with ten knives nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Its on now time to cut the cake fuck the jake tuck the plate nigga move dump the eight guaranteed to pump his brakes To pissy drunk the case ain't got a month to waste Smile with a pumpkin face Deep enough to jump the states Stuff you in the trunk escape You want a problem? Fuck the Bapes, up the stakes Everything I wear is up to date Loyal cat, guaranteed my son'll be a spoiled brat Hot enough to boil crack M-5 all you black I'm the reason all you rap Admit it I'm Daddy Black Doin this since Caddy Shack With Gurth Street In that Caddy Lac Blowin' out a pillow pack I call it "Coffee Brown" Bitches can't get off me now Rasta man toss me pounds I ain't from a softy town Niggas'll brake ya bones, crack ya face Call the doctor let him put it back in place
[Talking: 50 Cent] ha ha ha 50 Cent, yeah what u gon do boy? From New York to Atlanta to Dallas boy I'm all over the place I'm international player you heard me? Can't do nothing with me hey yo Flip holla at me man holla at me man I'm tryin to holla at you
[Talking: Lil Flip] I'm right here yeah Sucka Free represent, G Unit,
[Verse 4: Lil Flip] I'm quick to break you hos and take ya bitches If ya, owe me some money I'm a take ya riches It's Lil Flip (Lil Flip), I gotta kick in the do' Cause niggas say they freestyling when they spittin they flow But I know they be writing, nigga I don't write I got them Calicos my nigga we never fight We got bricks and birds, we got bitches and