50 Cent - Banks Workout Part Ii lyrics

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50) [Chorus] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it For billions, what the f**? Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the f** cares I'm stanky rich I'ma die trying to spend this sh** Southside's up in in this b**h Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? I'm already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap sh**, f** the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop ya leg" Do not f** with the kid I get biz wit the cigg I come where you live Ya dead! [Chorus] You can call this my new sh** But it ain't new tho I got rid of my old b**h Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now I'm in the Enzo, Ferrari, I'm sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click break dance Backspin, head spin, flat line, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "who wan get it cracking?!" I was young, i couldn't do good Now i cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now n***a why you mad? Oh you cant do that I'm so forgetful, they calling me co*ky I come up out the j**eler, they calling me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like You like my style Ha ha 'm heading to the bank right now [Chorus] Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a Teflon Don, but i run New York When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk I I get it, In the hood if ya ask about me They'll tell ya I'm bout my bread I I get it, Round the world if ya ask about me They'll tell ya they love the kid I I get it, Whoa hey I I get it, Whoa hey I I get it, Whoa hey Yeah, Whoa hey I run New York! Whoa hey I I get it, Whoa hey I I get it, Whoa hey Yeah, yeah, Whoa hey I run New York! Whoa I get money, money is got I'm back on the streets man, I get money, money is got I'm bringing the heat man, I get money, money is got I'm on my grind, Money I got, money is got Like all the time, I get money, money is got Trying to stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill co*k my 9 Don't get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said don't get outta line I I get it I I get it Yeah, yeah.