Lyrics I Got Money (Paper Chaser) - 50 Cent

I Got Money (Paper Chaser)

I… I Get It,
I… I Get It,
Yeah,
I Run New York!
I… I Get It,
I… I Get It,
Yeah, Yeahh, I Run New York!
I get a «QUART» of water, Sold It In Bottles For Two Bucks,
Then Coca Cola Came And Bought It For Billions, What The Fuck,
Have A Baby By Me Baby, Be a Millionaire,
I Write The Check Before The Baby Comes, Who The Fuck Cares?
I’m Stanky Rich, I’m a Die Tryna Spend This Shit,
Southsides Up In This Bitch,
Yeah I Smelled Like The Vault, I Use To Sell Dope,
I Did Play The Block, Now I Play On Boats,
In The South Of France Baby, Sandro Pe,
Get A Tan, I’m Already Black, Rich I’m a Ready That,
Gangsta Get a Gat, Hit a Head in a hat,
Call That a Riddle Rat, Shit Fuck The Chitta Chat,
I’m The Baker, I’ll Bake The Bread, A Barber I’ll Cut Ya Head,
A Marksman I Spray The Lead, I’ll Blood Clot Chop Ya Leg
Do Not Fuck With The Kid,
I Get Biz With Sig, I’ll Come Where You Live… You Dig?
I… I Get It,
I… I Get It,
Yeah,
I Run New York!
I… I Get It,
I… I Get It,
Yeah, Yeahh, I Run New York!
You Can Call This My New Shit, But It Ain’t New Tho,
I Got Rid Of My Old Bitch, Now I Got New Hoes,
First It Was The Benzo, Now I’m In A Enzo,
Ferrari, I’m Sorrry I Keep Blowin' Up!
They Call Me The Cake Man, The Strawberry Shake Man,
I Spray The AR, Make Ya Whole Clique Break Dance,
Backspin, Headspin, Flatline, You Dead Then,
Nine Shells, Mac 10, Who Wanna Get It Crackin',
I Was Young I Couldn’t Do Good, Now I Can’t Do Bad,
I Ride, Wreck The New Jag, I Just Bought A New Jag,
Now Nigga Why You Mad, Oh You Can’t Do That?
I’m So Forgetful, They Callin' Me Cocky,
I Come Up Out The Jeweler, They Callin' Me Rocky!
It’s The Ice On My Neck Man, The Wrist On My Left Hand,
Bling Like Blaoooow, You Like My Style?
Haaaah Haaahh (ha ha ha)
I’m Heading To The Bank Right Now!
I… I Get It,
I… I Get It,
Yeah,
I Run New York!
I… I Get It,
I… I Get It,
Yeah, Yeah, 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 Out Of Court, Yeah I Pop The Cork,
I Keep It Gangsta, I’ll Have Ya Outlined in Chalk…
(Ah) I Get It,
In The Hood If Ya Ask About Me, They’ll Tell Ya I’m About My Bread,
(Ah) I Get It,
Round The World If Ya Ask About Me, They’ll Tell Ya They Love The Kid,
I… I Get It Hooooooooo Hey I… I Get It Hooooooooo Hey I… I Get It Yea,
Hooooooooo Hey I Run New York I Get It I Get It
I’m Back On The Streets Man,
I’m Bringin' The Heat Man,
I’m On My Grind,
Like All The Time,
Try To Stop My Shine,
I’ll Cock My Nine,
Don’t Get Outta Line,
I Said Don’t Get Outta Line,
I Get It.