Discover the poetic beauty in ‘I Get Money’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah, yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions, what the f*ck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the f*ck cares?
I’m stanky rich, I’mma die trying to spend this shit
Southside’s up in in this bitch
Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats
In the south of France baby, Saint-Tropez
Get a tan, I’m already black, rich, I’m already that
Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat
Call that a river rat, shit, f*ck the chitter chat
The baker, I bake the bread;, the barber, I cut your head
The marksman, I spray the lead, blood clot, chop your leg
Do not f*ck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah, yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
You can call this my new shit, but it ain’t new though
I got rid of my old bitch, now I got new hoes
First it was the Benzo, now I’m in the Enzo
Ferrari, I’m sorry, I keep blowing up
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance
Backspin, head spin, flatline, you’re dead then
9 shells, MAC-10, “who wanna get it cracking?”
I was young, I couldn’t do good, now I can’t do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag, I just bought a new Jag
Now nigga why you mad? Oh, you can’t do that?
I’m so forgetful, they calling me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky
It’s the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like bloaw, you like my style
Ha ha, I’m heading to the bank right now
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah, yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York
When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk
In the hood if ya ask about me
They’ll tell ya I’m ’bout my bread
Round the world if ya ask about me
They’ll tell ya they love the kid
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (Yeah)
Whoa, hey (I run New York)
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (Yeah, yeah)
Whoa, hey (I run New York) whoa
I get money, money I got (I’m back on the streets, man)
I get money, money I got (I’m bringing the heat, man)
I get money, money I got (I’m on my grind)
Money I got, money I got (Like all the time)
I get money, money I got (Trying to stop my shine)
I get money, money I got (I’ll cock my 9, don’t get outta line)
I get money, money I got (Don’t get outta line)
Money I got, money I got (I said don’t get outta line)
I-I get it, I-I get it