[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yo, yo, wake up
C'mon wake up, it's time to check out
You gotta call your friends man
Tell them n***as "get up."

(Scarlett)
Aight, aight
Just one sec
Aight (???)...

C'mon man, you gotta get up man
It's time to get up (Aight)
You gotta go (I'm up, I'm up)

[Verse 1]
Yo everybody in my circle's a boss, we all floss
We get an order and baking sodaer it up before you get yours
I get chicks, my n***as get chicks, we hit them politics then switch
I watch n***as play games, frontin' fancy whips kid
Know damn well they still livin' at they mom's crib
They crazy, I get money, I ain't lazy
It's real baby I know cats that don't like me 'cause I'm gettin' mine
Man they in the background, dyin' to shine
I maintain bein' me whether I'm in the coop or in the hoop
I'm the same cat black and it's goin' stay like that
When I come through, everybody smile, even n***as who foul
You know the types who shoot shit up and act wild, I stash
My money pile, haters act funny style
I put the gat in they face and ask 'em "Is it funny now?"
You about to cause your ass to get laced and me to catch a new case
All for talkin' at the wrong time and the wrong place
[Chorus (50 Cent)]
All I need is just me and you (That's all you need)
That's simple enough (Let's get this money)
Gettin' money with my whole crew
All I need is just me and you
That's simple enough
Gettin' money with my whole crew
Don't you know the (???) too

[Verse 2]
My team, tight like brothers, but we don't wear the same clothes
We on some playa shit, so we fuck the same hoes
It's all about the chedda, how C said it "for us and betta"
Sip the Amaretta(?), cock the Berretta, stash it under the sweata'
E-Shorty(?) illin' them (???), treat her like you just met her
Tell her pack her bag, call a cab, let the dough hit her
With a good law splitta, you know the shitta
Then call her, fake like you forgive her, then go away and forget her
Then you can call her when you thirsty 'cuz you know you can hit her
N***as can't see my clique, and they can't see me
See we rough like New York streets that'll bend your BBs
My moes are AMGs, feel the breeze then drop top Zs and freeze
M3s and Z3s, stretch the keys, expand the cheese
Stay away from the Ds, spark the trees
Roll with Gs, you know like me
I'm flashy, see, OT a OD, it's hard to stay low-key
[Chorus]

(Bash Brothers motherfuckers)

[Verse 3]
Yo, in the summer those who know me, know how we roll
All see X7s, GSXRs, and 9RRs
We like birds out the cage when the light turn green
Get the gas, pop the clutch, son you know what I mean
Now we flyin' like doves, some love to see us fly by
Some are foul man, they wanna see us fall out the sky
We accept the fact that if we fall, we might die
We addicted, we do what we do, cuz it get us high
Man I love it when a lotta girls is outside B
They be screaming at us like (C'm here you goin' ride with me)
I tell them "Yea" then tell them "Wait, before you get on my bike
If I'm ridin' you now, then I'm ridin' you tonight"
My flow it got the flu, but I ain't goin' give it to you
It's sick the way I spit, the hottest shit
I got flavor, you can taste it, I'm above basic
I'm a big shot, when I rock it's scorchin' hot