I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie? My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing bitch get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty it's only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all niggas y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it say "Fifty, I'm sick." That's why these niggas is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my shit See I'm a lair man I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I'mma blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in I was a po' nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga I was a po' nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga New York niggas, copy niggas like it's all good **** around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no ****ing bama I'm from NY whoady, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, these shells will split ya up I lay you down, the coroners will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay with heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man Don't make me show up in ya crib like bruh man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C-O screaming shut the **** up in the pen I was a po' nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga I was a po' nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work man I was a po' nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga I was a po' nigga, now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga