Interpret:

50 Cent

Album:

Curtis

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50) 


[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (Yeah) 
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) 
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) 


[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, 
Coca-Cola came and bought it 
For billions, what the f**k? 
Have a baby by me; baby 
Be a millionaire 
I write the check before the baby comes, 
Who the f**k cares 
Im stanky rich 
Ima die tryna spend this shit 
Southside's up in in this bitch 
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, St. Tropez 
Get a tan? im already black 
Rich? I'm already that 
Gangsta, get a gat 
Hit a head in a hat 
Call that a riddle rap 
Shit, f**k the chitter chat 
I'm the baker, i bake the bread 
The barber, i cut ya head 
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg" 
Do not f**k with the kid 
I get biz wit the cigg 
I come where you live 
Ya dead! 


[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (Yeah) 
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) 
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) 


[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit 
But it aint new tho 
I got rid of my old bitch 
Now i got new hoes 
First is was the Benzo 
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry! 
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) 
They call me the cake man 
The strawberry shake man 
I spray the AR 
Make your whole click breakdance 
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 
9 shells, Mac-10, 
"who wan get it crackin?!" 
I was young, i couldnt do good 
Now i cant do bad 
I ride, wreck the new Jag 
I just buy the new Jag 
Now nigga why you mad? 
Oh you cant do that 
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky 
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky 
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand 
Bling like BLAOW 
You like my style 
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now 


[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (Yeah) 
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (I I get it) 
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) 
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) 


Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk 
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York 
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt 
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk 
I I get it, 
In the hood if ya ask about me 
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread 
I I get it, 
Round the world if ya ask about me 
Theyll tell ya they love the kid 
I I get it, 
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 is got 
Im back on the streets man, 
I get money, money is got 
Im bringin the heat man, 
I get money, money is got 
Im on my grind, 
Money I got, money is got 
Like all the time, 
I get money, money is got 
Tryna stop my shine, 
I get money, money is got 
Ill cock my 9 
Dont get outta line, 
Money I got, money is got 
I said dont get outta line 
I I get it.. 
I I get it.. 
Yeah, yeah.