50 cent Lyrics

You know, Victor, I know that you're into a lot of crooked shit

And I have a pretty good idea that you might be killed

But when I find out for sure, I'm gonna fuck you up real bad

Take that bullshit, help him look for it, like, where it went

Plenty money, plenty bags, really seen that shit

I could pop it on any beat and any trap

Nigga, I'm really two feet in the trap, I kinda rap

Bout to put New Orleans, Houston, Atlanta on the fuckin' map

At once, nigga, you play, you done. I'ma say that once

Nigga, we don't hold these Glocks and shit for fun

Nigga, pull a whole hundred, but not at once

Yeah, nigga, forgot my ass, Lakiesha son

You don't catch me around, no nigga, for nun

These bags comin' in, come rush

All these bags comin' in, it's a rush

Layin' in a big-ass bed, pillows plush

Layin' in a big-ass bed

I don't even care about my bitch givin' head

I be focused on the money, nigga, till I'm dead

When I catch them boys, all I see is fuckin' red

Rollie wrist, Hublot wrist shit

Yeah, all these bags, I stop countin' it

Yeah, I been livin' good, all these bags, I ain't worry about rent

All this shit, I done ran up, you don't know what the fuck I spent

From Houston, Atlanta, New Orleans, nigga, these corners been bent

Yeah, these bags comin' in, quarantine sent

Yeah, I got shot one time, nigga, and I still feel like 50 Cent

Take that boy's shit, help him look for it, like, where it went

Where it went