50 Cent - Double Up lyrics

It is what it is, son, n***as can't stand it It's my fifth lap, a n***a been round and round the planet Shorty saying "Welcome to Miami." Her friends saying welcome to Miami. Jet Skis, the yacht, parked in the back yard Back to back Porsches and n***as go down hard I love money, n***a this drug money Laundromat, spin cycle, nickel snub money Beef nothing to a n***a, n***a I'm PUFF Throw 100 racks on a b**h, I told you she want me If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, f** the hoe and forget the hoe Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent I'm a fly n***a on a off day I ride fly sh** Presidential rolling n***a tell me now can you bite down I'm the biggest n***a Southside seen since Fat Cat I tell a n***a s** a dick quick cause I'm strapped back I make a double up, few blocks of raw I-I-I get it, I got to get more I make it double up, baking soda galore Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor I make it double up Ey, bring me that pyrex, get the baking soda, the ice, I'll show you how you do this sh**, you think I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I'm doin [Hayes:] We on the other side of the border chilling with Drug Lords Tryna put an order in during the drug wars J said this what happens when you disrespect one of us And cut a motherf**er head off right in front of us That's when I said I'm going back to Cali. My man said he goin' back to Cali. I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I'm cool with I'd rather slang that then come and deal with this bullsh**. 'Cause I ain't gonna budge Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain't no love n***as know who they owe, my number ain't change, b**h Front door service, put one in your brain quick Could have put it right in your chest, close range sh** Watch you die slow, let you know who you playin with f** all that swearing to God, promise and prayin sh** I ain't the big sob story, fam, I'm spraying sh** Twelve gauge AR15, AK an sh** Pa**enger seats goin' get k**ed, I'm saying this Principals, we don't drown a line at drug dealin We criminals, we goin all out Before I say you played me I'll go in your house And get k**ed there, blow your f**ing brains out You gotta bring a** to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some And I ain't a victim, motherf**er.