Apex - I Get Money (Forbes 1, 2, 3 Remix) lyrics

[Intro] The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1, 2, 3 [Hook] I get money, money I got (I get it) Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York) [Interlude: Diddy] You know what it is, aww man It's the billion dollar remix, baby, for reala [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Come on man, I'm hot now, drop now, top down I got style Been around the block pal imagine what I got now The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti Range and Maserati, I got 'em all, goddamn My money, my-my-my money, long I blackout and break a bat on your a** like Barry Bonds I get it, I'm down for the jooks now what's up I'm with it, I told you I was gon' cake up I did it, n***as tryna show me how to ball Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, I'm tryna buy the mall I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryna get it all My new b**h a cool b**h I'm fitting to make her spoiled If my watch is right, my stocks is right But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a mothaf**a, chipped up Don't be surprised when I grip up, you slip up you could get it [Hook] [Interlude: Diddy] A lotta money on this record man, I like being around money man It's three the hard way baby, you know my mothaf**in' name [Verse 2: Diddy] Bo knows but Diddy did it Cars, j**elry and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it But my lawyer's so good that Diddy got aquitted I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez While you was riding around in Miami on mopeds Oh, you just got here I been doin this sh** for over ten years I am chilling, in Sean John denim n***a I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheeling Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceiling Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal Face on the Forbes in '94 I did it Don't like it I'm a Bad Boy now let's get it come on! [Hook] [Bridge] I get the pounds, the pesos, the yen I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again I'm bad and I don't play pretend, f** with 'em, Jay [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I'm a hustler, baby, can't escape my past When I flipped Rocawear, I told 'em give me mine in cash Yeah, checks might bounce Alphabet boys might check my accounts Still hustling, baby, hurry up, k** me I'm already the GOAT, next stop is a billi Young turbo, six speed 9/11 I'm revvin, I'm tryin not to spill my Merlot Where my girl go, on world tour Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough I'm back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubbly Drink it from the bottle, who the f** need a bucket? I'm k**ing the block, most for whips So I'm k**ing the roof, like Michael Vick Yeah! Just call me Forbes.com 'case y'all forget New York is still mine, I get it [Hook] [Interlude: Jay-Z] You talking my language now baby I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this one