[Intro]
The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1, 2, 3
[Hook]
I get money, money I got (I get it)
Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York)
[Interlude: Diddy]
You know what it is, aww man
It's the billion dollar remix, baby, for reala
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Come on man, I'm hot now, drop now, top down I got style
Been around the block pal imagine what I got now
The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti
Range and Maserati, I got 'em all, goddamn
My money, my-my-my money, long
I blackout and break a bat on your a** like Barry Bonds
I get it, I'm down for the jooks now what's up
I'm with it, I told you I was gon' cake up
I did it, n***as tryna show me how to ball
Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, I'm tryna buy the mall
I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryna get it all
My new b**h a cool b**h I'm fitting to make her spoiled
If my watch is right, my stocks is right
But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight
Still gutter like a mothaf**a, chipped up
Don't be surprised when I grip up, you slip up you could get it
[Hook]
[Interlude: Diddy]
A lotta money on this record man, I like being around money man
It's three the hard way baby, you know my mothaf**in' name
[Verse 2: Diddy]
Bo knows but Diddy did it
Cars, j**elry and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it
Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it
But my lawyer's so good that Diddy got aquitted
I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez
While you was riding around in Miami on mopeds
Oh, you just got here
I been doin this sh** for over ten years
I am chilling, in Sean John denim
n***a I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheeling
Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceiling
Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling
Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue
Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal
Face on the Forbes in '94 I did it
Don't like it I'm a Bad Boy now let's get it come on!
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I get the pounds, the pesos, the yen
I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen
I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again
I'm bad and I don't play pretend, f** with 'em, Jay
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
I'm a hustler, baby, can't escape my past
When I flipped Rocawear, I told 'em give me mine in cash
Yeah, checks might bounce
Alphabet boys might check my accounts
Still hustling, baby, hurry up, k** me
I'm already the GOAT, next stop is a billi
Young turbo, six speed 9/11
I'm revvin, I'm tryin not to spill my Merlot
Where my girl go, on world tour
Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough
I'm back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubbly
Drink it from the bottle, who the f** need a bucket?
I'm k**ing the block, most for whips
So I'm k**ing the roof, like Michael Vick
Yeah! Just call me Forbes.com
'case y'all forget New York is still mine, I get it
[Hook]
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
You talking my language now baby
I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this one