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50 Cent – I Get Money

Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent – I Get Money

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I Get Money’s Lyric

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 s**t
Southside’s up in in this b**ch
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
S**t, 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 s**t
But it ain’t new tho
I got rid of my old b**ch
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.

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3rd Edge – You Know You Wanna

Monophonic Ringtones : 3rd Edge – You Know You Wanna

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You Know You Wanna’s Lyric

[Verse 1 Tom]

Girl I wanna be your lover
Anytime, anywhere you’ll discover
When I freak I ain’t tryin’ a be clever
‘Cos if you ain’t doing me right girl
You’re doing me wrong
Now I’m gonna give you the picture
Don’t talk, don’t trip and I’ll teach ya
Just sit back, relax and I’ll fix ya
You know that I’m telling you right girl
Ain’t telling you wrong

[Bridge Tom]

I see by all the little things you do
Your tryin’ a get a little loving too
Well I play hard
So drop your guard
And let’s get friendly like you wanted to

[Chorus Tom JTee Dan]

You know you wanna
Rock rock on the floor
You want it on top like before
I’m gonna freestyle, ah, buck while, ah
So come and give me more
You know you wanna
Non stop remedy
You wanna knock, knock to the beat
You know I’ll holler, you follow
That’s what you’re asking for

[Verse 2 Tom]

Now let me tell you girl
I can touch your hips
Make you flip like no man
And I’ll show you how to do it to a slow jam
I know that you’re getting it right girl
You’re turning me on
Now lady do it this way
From front to back and do as I say
It’s that time of the night so let’s foreplay
I told you that I’d bring it to you right girl
We’re getting it on

[Bridge 2 Tom]

I see by all the little things you do
You tryin’ a get a little loving too
So play your card
And I’ll take charge
And let’s get friendly like you wanted to

[Chorus]

[JTee's Rap]

Ya wanna rock, what?
But tonight it ain’t for lovin’
Coz when I’m freakin’ you lady it’s all
That push and shovin’
We’re in the bedroom
Bump too the tune boom
Through the speaker
As I take you to your peak
But keep it on the down low
We can do it like a rodeo
I chat.. on the mic
fast or slow when I’m on a roll
In control, let me know
Positions I’m never missin’ ‘em
But that’s me being kind
My partner in rhyme
Has got something different in mind

[Dans Rap]

Collectivly, me, Tom ‘n’ JTee
Want three’s up on you
Make you scream
Make you holler
You’ll be blowing the roof
‘n’ you’ll be loving every minute
‘n’ you’ll know it’s the truth
‘n’ you’ll be telling ya crew
How the 3E boys just
Roasted you, toasted you
Made the most of you
‘n’ boasted you to all our friends
Now all the boys wanna have you on the weekend
Is that a problem?

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