I Get Money

Yeah, yeah, I get it

I run this rap sh1t, now guess who's back

You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (One, two, three)

They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the best

Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna distract it

From the fact that I'm comin' back

Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that

Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap

While I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques

I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long?

And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson of rhymes

I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died

That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there

Da*n, I forgot how much money he got

On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man don't lay

In the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn, blood clot

When you gonna learn how much money we've 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 Fif' hit a lick on that Coca-Cola sh1t

He ain't even got to look at coke to even hold a brick

No more, oh boy, G0dda*n, did he score

To go from sellin' 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 c0cksvckers

So stay the fvck off us, we make pay

I'm just a super easy modest MC, okay?

Till I hear the word has been, that's when I start spazzin'

Smart a5ses, kiss a smarter a5s then

I'm the best thing that ever happened to rap, ba5tards

I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses