[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, uh-huh
They don't do it how we do
n***as ain't on the sh** we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm 'round the bullsh** like a matador
I'm used to the bullsh**, it don't matter boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That p**y make a weak n***a break down
So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks
You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a b**h gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you n***as ain't sh** to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a Southside n***a, yeah I'm ‘bout mine
You be that next n***a coroners come outline
You ain't made of what I'm made of
You a bum n***a with a bum b**h, her shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich n***a b**h look like that?
[Hook: 50 Cent]
We on now; we pullin' off the lot
Brake hit the bu*ton then we pulling, down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the Glock won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it pop
Y'all don't do it how we do
n***as ain't on the sh** we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
We up, n***a!
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho n***a that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I k** a n***a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
f** n***a you f**ed over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a b**h in pajamas
I made my first million f**ing dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this sh** don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I f** her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Good p**y for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
D colored VS stones around my neck b**h
It feels like a n***a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', n***as leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a n***a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherf** the fame
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
‘Round the world tourin', the city got boring
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e
M-Zone Rida Gang end the story
Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you aren't, fly n***a soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, bedroom or restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring