Artist: 50 Cent

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
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 dig?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)
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]
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.

Artist: 50 Cent

Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn) She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it’s right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I’m ballin’, throw’n money around

Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin’ makin’
Look at the way she shakin’ shakin’
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin’ for her, go crazy face it
Now don’t stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin’ make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you’re head f**ked up from the way she did it
She’s so much more than you’re used to
She know’s just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you’re lap till you’re ready to pop She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin’
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you wantChorus (Justin Timberlake):

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don’t stop
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]
I ain’t got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there’s plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin’, sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I’m ready to roll
I’ll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let’s get it poppin’ shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you