50 Cent - I'm On It lyrics

[Hook] I'm on it I blow a hundred million, make another hundred mil, b**h I'm on it I hustle hard, oh my God, look at me I'm so rich I'm on it My swag on a hundred, yeah that fly sh** I want it quick I'm on it I'm always on point, man I make n***as so sick [Verse 1] I'm chin chillin, crystal spillin' Hip hop's villain cause I'm making a k**in' n***as wanna try me, I'm strapped with the lammy If Jay's Illuminati, what am I, am I Bugatti? Lodi Dodi, we like to party Big 4 in the morning, go outside and catch a body I ball full time n***a this is not a hobby If you don't know about me, better ask somebody Yeah, I'm grimey, my wrist so shiny My Audemars, I blew a mil, I'm back to making money My swag make her want me, why else would she be on me I bet she hardly want me? I think she want to blow Lick me like a lolly, lick me like a lolly Her a** ain't all that but her tits like Dolly's Give me that punani, give me that punani Now this is motivation make me want more money [Hook] [Verse 2] I got it, black card in my wallet Find me on locations with model b**hes are spotted Fly sh** I rock it, Tom Ford, exotic b**hes on my dick now that I moved up out the projects One for the money, two for the show I'm ghetto like a mothaf**a, what you didn't know? Took threes for my n***as gettin' 8 hundred an O Kush burn slow, I burn dough And sip Merlot like I'm on furlow Fresh up out the pen, I'm back at it again Thumpin' like the system in my new big body Benz Look I'ma Fat Joe, my neck glow The lights hit the ice, its a special effects show Tinkle twinkle little star, no one here knows who you are Me I'm so big, notorious you dig The paper's no problem when you're f**ing with the kid