[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yo you know me I'm a straight up nigga
So I tell a bitch exactly what I wanna do, you know I'm sayin'
If I'm in the club and I'm tryna go home I'm like "Yo ma what's up, I'm tryna, know
Get wit'chu you know
I mean tonight though not next month you know none of that other shit you know I'm sayin'
But, you know every now and then I, I be ly, I ain't gon' front, I be lyin' to the hoes too, man
I be tellin' (Yea) exactly what she wanna hear
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
Reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, 50 fall off never
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine
So when I shine, you shine, come on
The finest champagne, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
Don't let ya friends get you confuse sayin' "50 bad news" (Uh-huh)
I need you in my life girl, you're too much to lose
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ha ha
That's that shit I said on that J.Lo shit
Yeah
Ay Puffy man stop makin' these motherfuckin'
"I miss J.Lo records", nigga
Yo Sha turn this shit off, man
I ain't feelin' this shit right now, put some hard shit on
Yo you know me I'm a straight up nigga
So I tell a bitch exactly what I wanna do, you know I'm sayin'
If I'm in the club and I'm tryna go home I'm like "Yo ma what's up, I'm tryna, know
Get wit'chu you know
I mean tonight though not next month you know none of that other shit you know I'm sayin'
But, you know every now and then I, I be ly, I ain't gon' front, I be lyin' to the hoes too, man
I be tellin' (Yea) exactly what she wanna hear
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
Reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there's two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, 50 fall off never
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine
So when I shine, you shine, come on
The finest champagne, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
Don't let ya friends get you confuse sayin' "50 bad news" (Uh-huh)
I need you in my life girl, you're too much to lose
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ha ha
That's that shit I said on that J.Lo shit
Yeah
Ay Puffy man stop makin' these motherfuckin'
"I miss J.Lo records", nigga
Yo Sha turn this shit off, man
I ain't feelin' this shit right now, put some hard shit on
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