[Talking] 
Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then 
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 
50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga 
 
[Verse 1] 
Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one 
Some get addicted, some do it for fun 
Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns 
And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds 
I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones 
Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son 
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound 
NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit 
Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit 
Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit 
It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash 
Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass 
Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past 
If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash 
This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last 
Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha) 
 
[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash 
Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass 
I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast 
The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash) 
 
[Verse 2] 
Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots 
I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops 
I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot 
Check what I got, shorty got knocked 
Comin' up out the capsule spot 
On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops 
So my man got shot  
In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block 
I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass 
Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast 
Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed 
Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast 
The kid who had it done was a crude fella 
Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella 
We ain't know them, but now we know better 
Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta 
He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back 
Believe that, now niggas know that he's back 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 3] 
I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it 
Parents warn their kids, about people like me 
I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter 
Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo) 
50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens 
Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it 
I check and correct it, flow perfected 
I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it 
If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast 
Respect a nigga cash 
My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat 
Fuck the police, handle beef on the street 
On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's 
If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him 
Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid 
They send their dogs to come get me 
They wet shit, but they ain't hit me 
Word in the hood is 50, shifty 
Niggas they don't want to go against me 
Cause they know I hunt your ass alive 
 
[Chorus]