(Chorus)   I make millions quick ,and I don't   wanna talk about it   I shoot a nigga kid, and I don't    wamma talk about it   I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't   wanna talk about it   I'm still flippin chickens, I don't   wanna talk about it      (50)   Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in   so I can say the Enzo, my bitch roll down   the window so I can feel the wind blow   Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk   Bitches with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin'   They fuckin and they strippin nigga, I ain't   even trippin nigga   Me I handle business, God's my only witness   Watchin homicide sayin who the fuck did dis   Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane   Your soul is what you reap, when you fuck with the   elite mane   I don't fuck around boy, you better ask around boy   I'll hit you with the pound, leave your ass on the   ground for, you poppin that bullshit like I don't   pull shit   Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the    bricks   Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich   That's why my name ring bells all round this bitch   Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent      (Chorus)