[Chorus - 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood n***** know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo a** on Phil Donahue explaining what the f*** I done to you
Thug n***** in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every m*********** under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all n***** better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got s*** on ya nose, from all that a** you been kissing (hahaha)
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 2 - Noreaga]
Yo where my down South n***** at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, b**** swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and n***** know how I rip
And if I don't feel a n****, I don't get on his s***
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my d***
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And n***** working so hard, and getting no a**
Why y'all n***** acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
m*********** you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak n*****, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, n***** like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, n***** that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Yo it's all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The b****** you hitting, when you living the thug life
b****** I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk n***** I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know n***** is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies f*****s flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you n***** out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya m************ mid-life crisis
[50 Cent talking]
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[50 Cent talking]
Know what I'm saying
It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood n***** know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo a** on Phil Donahue explaining what the f*** I done to you
Thug n***** in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every m*********** under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all n***** better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got s*** on ya nose, from all that a** you been kissing (hahaha)
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 2 - Noreaga]
Yo where my down South n***** at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, b**** swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and n***** know how I rip
And if I don't feel a n****, I don't get on his s***
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my d***
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And n***** working so hard, and getting no a**
Why y'all n***** acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
m*********** you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak n*****, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, n***** like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, n***** that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Yo it's all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The b****** you hitting, when you living the thug life
b****** I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk n***** I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know n***** is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies f*****s flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you n***** out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya m************ mid-life crisis
[50 Cent talking]
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
f*** wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[50 Cent talking]
Know what I'm saying