Fitty (feat. John Kelly)

50 on my wrist, yeah it's golden (Yeah it's golden!)
Fuck up all that money they be holdin' (They be holdin')
I be makin' baskets, ooh I'm scorin' (Swish!)
I be makin' moves they ignorin', woah

I'm just wit it if you get it yo, get it yo
I'm just hooked up to that satellite radio
I barely got an appetite
You know bro
I'm just tryna build up my portfolio
Why these people stayin' like they cancer?
I just wanna know the fuckin' answers
I just wanna call up all the gangsters
Does anybody really have some manners?
No

50 on my wrist, yeah it's golden (Yeah it's golden!)
Fuck up all that money they be holdin' (They be holdin')
I be makin' baskets, ooh I'm scorin' (Swish!)
I be makin' moves they ignorin', woah (Woah, woah!)
They ignorin' (Uh!)
I be makin' money moves they snorin' (Why they sleep?!)
Ooh they borin' (Borin'!)
Fuck this interlude this track is roarin'

I've been doing this since a little nigga
Now I'm tryin' to get rich, get a chick
What I want
Big house, picket fence
Outside ole school
With some tints
Throw some d's up on that bitch
And get it rinsed
My advice
Small talk keep it quick
'Cause niggas try to throw shade when you lit
They come after me
Not physically but actually
I swear to God I run it like an athlete

50 on my wrist, yeah it's golden (Yeah it's golden!)
Fuck up all that money they be holdin' (They be holdin')
I be makin' baskets, ooh I'm scorin' (Swish!)
I be makin' moves they ignorin', woah (Woah, woah!)
They ignorin' (Uh!)
I be makin' money moves they snorin' (Why they sleep?!)
Ooh they borin' (Borin'!)
Fuck this interlude this track is roarin'
Yeah