Do you think about me? Do you think about me? Do you think about me? Do you think about me? You think about money when you think about me, huh That's
(Oh Canada we stand on guard, for thee) I told this guy where I was from he said oh, Canada kinda laughs it off, real funny huh? yeah, uh, come on (O
I see a man in a white car Move like a ghost on the skyline Take all your dreams And you throw them away Man in a white car
Twincam, turbocharge, fuel injection Drive shaft, jet black, wider wheels Alloy caps, front grills, automatic Car fanatic raving up from under me Four
The weekend is the weekend And it's sunny in the park I'll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I wave the heat
Yeah, 50 I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge Gave her street smarts, shit, you can't get in college She's a reflection of me 'til you
Man I'm gonna do my thang, get up! It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man, get up! Trust me homie I'm not playin', get up! Now get on the dance
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire
Yeah, na, na, na, na Yeah, na, na, na, na Now me, I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moet, bottles
[Intro:] Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed
[Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't really think she want me back then She want me nowwwww She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my styyyyyle
[Intro: 50 Cent] I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down
Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay When they talk about me they say I be trippin', yeah What they say about me doesn
I get money, I, I get money I, I get, I get, I get, I get (50) I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch