Eminem - I Get Money (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: 50 Cent] I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (Yeah) Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (Yeah, yeah) Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions, what the f**? Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, who the f** cares? I'm stanky rich, I'mma die trying to spend this sh** Southsides' up in in this b**h 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, Saint-Tropez Get a tan, I'm already black, rich, I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat Call that a river rat, sh**, f** the chitter chat The baker, I bake the bread; the barber, I cut your head The marksman, I spray the lead, blood clot, chop your leg Do not f** with the kid, I get busy with the Sig I come where you live, ya dig? [Hook: Eminem] I, I get money, money I got (Yeah) I, I get money, money I got (Yeah) I, I get money, money I got (I Get It) Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run this rap sh**) I, I get money, money I got (Now guess who's back) I, I get money, money I got (You thought I left you) I, I get money, money I got (Now why would I do that) Money, money I got, money, money I got (One, Two, Three) [Verse 2: Eminem] They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna distract it From the fact that I'm comin' back Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man don't lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money we've earned How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20's still And Fif' here to lick on that Coca-Cola sh** And he ain't even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score To go from sellin' bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless co*ks**ers So stay the f** off us, we make pay I'm just a super easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's when I start spazzin' Smart a**es, kiss a smarter a** then I'm the best thing that ever happened to rap, ba*tards I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's gla**es! [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] You can call this my new sh**, but it ain't new though I got rid of my old b**h, now I got new hoes First it was the Benzo, now I'm in the Enzo Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance Backspin, head spin, flatline, you're dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "who wanna get it cracking?" I was young, I couldn't do good, now I can't do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just buy the new Jag Now n***a why you mad? Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful, they calling me co*ky I come up out the j**eler, they calling me Rocky It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like bloaw, you like my style Ha ha - I'm heading to the bank right now [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 4: 50 Cent] Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk In the hood if ya ask about me They'll tell ya I'm about my bread Round the world if ya ask about me They'll tell ya they love the kid [Outro: 50 Cent] 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 I got (I'm back on the streets, man) I get money, money I got (I'm bringing the heat, man) I get money, money I got (I'm on my grind) Money I got, money I got (Like all the time) I get money, money I got (Trying to stop my shine) I get money, money I got (I'll co*k my 9, don't get outta line) Money I got, money I got (I said don't get outta line I-I get it, I-I get it Yeah, yeah)