(Chorus) I make millions quick ,and I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid, and I don't wamma talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wanna talk about it (50) Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in so I can say the Enzo, my bitch roll down the window so I can feel the wind blow Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk Bitches with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin' They fuckin and they strippin nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga Me I handle business, God's my only witness Watchin homicide sayin who the fuck did dis Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane Your soul is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mane I don't fuck around boy, you better ask around boy I'll hit you with the pound, leave your ass on the ground for, you poppin that bullshit like I don't pull shit Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the bricks Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich That's why my name ring bells all round this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (Chorus)