"Get Money"

Yeah, yeah, I get it
I run this rap shit, now guess whoís back
You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)

They keep on sayiní the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe theyíre just tryna distract it
From the fact that Iím cominí back
Or maybe itís cause I ainít black, maybe itís because of that
Maybe itís because Iím the highest selliní artist in rap
While Iím sittiní back in my office jackiní off to my plaques
Iím still sick, how can I be sick this long
And Iím still alive, Magic Johnson arise

I thrive on makiní my opponents think that Iíve died
Thatís when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there
Damn I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man donít lay
In the sun cause I donít tan, I burn, blood clot
When you gonna learn how much money weíve earned
How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still
And Fifí here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit
And he ainít even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score
To go from selliní bags to bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
Iím just a super easy modest MC, okay?
Til I hear the word has been, thatís when I start spazziní
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
Iím the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards
Iím a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanyeís glasses!