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Something special
Unforgetable 50 Cent cent Justin tin Timbaland land god damn damn She she she want it I want to give it to her She know that it's right here for her I want to see her break it down I'm ballin' throw'n money around She work it girl she work the pole She break it down she take it low She fine as hell she about the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money money she makin' makin' Look at the way she shakin' shakin' Make you want to touch it make you want to taste it Have you lustin' for her go crazy face it Now don't stop get it get it The way she shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it She's so much more than you're used to She know's just how to move to seduce you She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop She always ready when you want it she want it Like a nympho the info I show you where to meet her On the late night till daylight the club jumpin' If you want a good time she gone give you what you want Let me talk to ya Baby it's a new age you're like my new craze Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here you got me saying Aayoo I'm tired of using technology why don't you sit down on top of me Aayoo I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick the way she make it pop Make it rain for us so she don't stop I ain't got to move I can sit and watch In her fantasy there's plain to see Just how it be on me backstrokin' sweat soaking All into my set sheets When she ready to ride I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch till the club close What should I do one thing on all fours Now that that shit should be against the law From side to side let the ride break it down down down You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around Different style different move damn I like the way you move Girl you got me thinking about all the things I do to you Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen Let me talk to ya Baby it's a new age you're like my new craze Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here you got me saying Aayoo I'm tired of using technology why don't you sit down on top of me Aayoo I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Ooh ooh she wants it uh uh she wants it Ooh ooh she wants it soo I got to give it to her Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you Your hips your thighs they got me hypnotized let me tell you |
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I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 1] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it For billions, what the fuck? Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the fuck cares Im stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit Southside's up in this bitch Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, fuck the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop ya leg" Do not fuck with the kid I get biz wit the cigg I come where you live Ya dig? [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 2] You can call this my new shit But it aint new tho I got rid of my old bitch Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "Who wan get it crackin?!" I was young, i couldnt do good Now i cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now nigga why you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my style Ha ha im headin to the bank right now [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a teflon Don, but i run New York When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk I I get it, In the hood if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya im bout my bread I I get it, Round the world if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya they love the kid I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa.. I get money, money is got Im back on the streets man, I get money, money is got Im bringin the heat man, I get money, money is got Im on my grind, Money I got, money is got Like all the time, I get money, money is got Tryna stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill cock my 9 Dont get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said dont get outta line I I get it.. I I get it.. Yeah, yeah. |
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