Theres something about the way I get it
I do, I get it
Theres something about the way I did it
Like there’s nothing to it

[Hook]
You don’t wanna see a n***a doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I caught where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up your bitch, n***a, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit

N***a time, money, money time
Smoke the barrell of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk ass weak
Lay down, stay down
Go ‘head kiss the ?
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range, there won't be no get back
For the last time n***a, tell us where the shit at
You’re working my nerves and I ain't got patience
Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it
[Hook]

This little light of mine, I’m gon let it shine
Right under the barrell, I’m sure I won't miss
Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before shit get really bad
You don’t really really wanna see a n***a when he mad

[Hook]

Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you n***as ain't even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance
They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time
This shit gon bring chills up your spine
G-g-g-g-g-unit