50 Cent – I GET MONEY

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50 Cent or as his birth certificate reads or should we say his mug shot – Curtis James Jackson July 6, 1975. Curtis was born in South Jamaica Queens and back in his days he was a drug dealer who sold crack while taking up boxing and starting rapping at a friends basement until he met Jam Master Jay of Run-DMC who was organizing his label Jam Master Jay Records through a friend. He built his momentum cleverly with writing a track called;How to Rob; that talked about how he was going to rob famous artists.

The momentum built up with 50 Cent being shot outside of his family home, and leaving to Canada and later being introduced to Dr. Dre. Then with the album Get Rich or Die Tryin; (2003) and The Massacre (2005) he caught the height of the publics eye and achieved multi-platinum success, selling over 25 million records worldwide and he be gettin money, dollar, yen, argent, geld, soldi and if you don’t know – he be gettin dinero!

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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 is got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, But 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? I’m stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit South sides 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? I’m 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 is got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit But it ain’t new though I got rid of my
old bitch Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari,
I’m 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, Mach 10, "who wan get it crackin?!

I was young, i couldn’t 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 I’m so forgetful,
they callin me cocky I come up out the jeweler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice
on my neck man, the wrists and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my style
Ha ha I’m 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 is got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a Teflon Don, boy i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Cork
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
They’ll tell ya I’m bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
They’ll 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
I’m back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
I’m bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
I’m 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
Don’t get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said don’t get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

“I Get Money” is the third single from 50 Cent’s third album, Curtis. This song was #14 on Rolling Stone’s list of the 100 Best Songs of 2007.