[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Yeah

It is what it is, son, niggas can’t stand it

It’s my fifth lap, a nigga been round and round the planet

Shorty said ‘Welcome to Miami'

Her friends sayin 'Welcome to Miami'

Jet-skies, the yacht, the hawk in the backyard

Back to back Porshes, a nigga go that hard

I love money, nigga this is drug money

Laundromat, spin cycle, make it snow money

Beef nothin’ to a nigga, nigga I’m comfy'

Throw a hundred racks on a bitch, I told ya she want me

If I want the ho, I get the ho, fuck the ho then forget the ho

Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent

I’m a fly nigga on or off, yeah I buy fly shit

Presidential rolly nigga tell me now, can you buy that?

I’m the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat

I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I’m strapped back

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I make it double up, few blocks of raw

I, I, I did it, I got to get more

I make it double up, baking soda galore

Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor

I make it double up

Aye bring me that pyrex

Get the baking soda, the ice

I'mma show you how you do this shit

You think I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doin

[Verse 2: Hayes]

We on the other side of the border chilling with drug lords

Tryin put a order in during the drug wars

Jay said this is what happens when you disrespect one of us

And cut a muhfucka head off right in front of us

That’s when I said i’m going back to cali

My man said he going back to cali

I know some Mexicans in Arizona I’m cool with

I’d rather slang that than come and deal with this bullshit

‘cause I ain't gonna budge

Pay me or die g, dog, it ain't no love

Niggas know who they owe

My number ain’t changed bitch

Front door service put one in your brain quick

Could've put it right in your chest close range shit

Watch you die slow let you know who you playin' with

Fuck all that swearin' to god, promise and prayin' shit

I ain't a big sob story fan, I'm spraying shit

12 gauge, AR-15, AK'n shit

Passenger seat's gon' get killed, I'm sayin' this princ-i-pals

We don't draw the line at drug dealing, we crim-i-nals

Goin' all out

Before I say you played me I’ll go in ya'll house

And get killed there or blow your fucking brains out

You gotta bring your ass to get some

You gotta make cash to spend some

And I ain’t a victim mothafucka

Hayes