[Verse 1: Cookie Money]
Get rich or die trying, bitch, I'm 50 Cent
I'm getting money, so I'm hated on by many men
Only fuck with real n***as, ain't too many friends
I got your bitch in the Ghost, shooters in the Benz
In the club smoking cookie, bitch, we blowing rent
All my n***as drug dealers, like we Meech and them
I got some killers in the cut, boy, they sleep and shit
Broad day, in your face, ain't no creepin with it
Cook keep a 40 on him, bro, I'm sleepin with it
I know you suckas hating on me, I be peepin shit
Smiling all in my face, all that sneaky shit
Hundred bands on my neck, 80 on my wrist
I'ma flex everyday, and make n***as sick
And I don't even wanna talk, play with your bitch
I'ma let this 40 work, play with them sticks
Yeah I got it out the mud, play with them bricks

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n***as, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n***a run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the shit, don't come around

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
FN tucked in my Goiard belt
Po-pos to the right, so I turned left
I call the shots on the block, n***a, I'm the reff
Working 5 plugs, n***a, I don't need help
YSL luggage, with a whole mill in it
What's that in my pocket? That's your record deal in it
A hundred stacks
200 racks
East Oakland [?] packs
A Hollywood bitch see me, and get curious
All my whips fast, and they furious
50 pounds, 1 box, that's a delivery
Bring my Mexican bitch for some [?]
Took the profit, went and bought a Benzo
Tripple rap it, then send to my kinfolk
Hold these hundred pounds, I might pay your rent, ho
No shirt, 8 chains, Gucci Timbo

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n***as, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n***a run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the shit, don't come around