As the World Turns 50 Cent (Ft. Bun B)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Uhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huhhhhh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Money make a pimp, pimp hoes
Hustler sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what?
Money make the world go round
As the world turns
Money make the world go round
As the world turns

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin' ain't a game
Nigga go against the grain gon' get tore out the frame
TVs in the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroin
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon' change
Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range
Run away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chain
Ain't nothing funny, mane, I'm about my money, mane
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playin
Better understan what I'm sayin what I'm sayin, I ain't playin
I'll be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayin
Any nigga that's in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lame
Crackers'll put ya in chains, box'll drive you insane
Sun can't shine all the time, man it's gotta rain
That ho loose as hell, you betta crack the whip, mane