[into]   Yea nigga we'll fly down today.    G-Uniiiiit!       [verse1]   I said that my car game crazy    Smile too much when I see Robin Williams with you baby    I see in her eyes my smile    A dinner at the luxury hotel I buy    Number 1 on Billboard nigga, this is for you    You have to do    A race to the infinite in my Porsche Cayenne    I'm a pimp, wore it, and what didn't want any more    The Adidas jacket, G-Unit sneakers, shirt of Christian Dior    New York still singing at 50, still walks the Benz    LA still travel on my drugs, even food dreams    The DJ gets control of the club    I pick up on the streets control, the bitches love the club    The money moves the world    My machines still move my hood    Man, more is not that I'm good, Come on HOLLYWOOD!       [chorus]   Yea, This is my new success!    Take this nigger, Ernie Chambers praising me    How are things    50 President of the New York sending the game    My car in the garage continue nigga   Falling desires, you out of the game, get a liquor      [verse2]   An RX-8 but is not in glass    I'm a G, nigga Yay' still has its shine    Banks wrote letters so good that I buy    I'm a hoodboss, I'am not shy    I start this music in a role draft   Not with lyrics designed, but with gibberish    Gifts and kisses on the neck of my baby    A super sonic jet is for sale! You pay me?    Oprah sings 'Candy Shop' in the shower    She wears those same clothes    We sang in the range of ESPN as before    The option to switch to the HBO    And is not that we are there, 50 and Y-A-Y-O    Ferrari, Aston, Lambo, I like the black BMW    The price of platinum is in sky    The shine of my Rolex overshadow his shine    I think that money doesn't go away    Jaguar XF by burning all the way    You know, my inbox is full of air    Smile by smile, I love your hair    Lexus sedan nigga, 2008 was a year as good    My page is billing throughout the hood      [chorus]   Yea, This is my new success!    Take this nigger, Ernie Chambers praising me    How are things    50 President of the New York sending the game    My car in the garage continue nigga    Falling desires, you out of the game, get a liquor      [talking]   Yeahhh!    Don't stop bomb    Clean version on the Westside    Dirty version on the Southside    Hahaha    50 Cent