I don't wan' talk about it (50) Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah) Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah) And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo-oooh) I make millions quick And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I f**k the baddest bitches I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it Go 'head ask me what I'm riding in So I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window So I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk Bitches with me cruising Moulin Rouge fruits They f**king and they strippin nigga I ain't even trippin nigga Me I handle business God's my only witness Watchin homicide Saying "Who the f**k did this" Me I run the street mayne So I keep the heat mayne Sews what you reap When you f**k with the elite mayne I don't f**k around boy You better ask around boy I hit you with the pound Leave yo' ass on the ground For you poppin that bullshit Like I don't pull shit Fully loaded clips and whips Get the grip clip the bricks Nigga we hittin licks sticking shit gettin rich That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo-oooh) I make millions quick And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I f**k the baddest bitches I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it Aiyyo big money my car got the big face (yeah) Forty-five my belt got the big eights Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar For grimy niggaz trying to line me like preacher You niggaz got the nerve I'm at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew blowing heavy herb Then back to the projects Low from the task force The dope spot's selling More shit than Scott Storch I'm tired of these pricks Lying 'bout bricks Got my can and my white My tan like Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U F O Unidentified flying object on twenty-fo's More money more hoes more money more clothes Smoke that AK-48 not bullshit 'dro (yeah) I rock big arenas not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand These ain't bullshit clothes (OHH) I make millions quick And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I f**k the baddest bitches I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it B-A N-K S-5 5-oh Or 6-8 M-G tinted with my eyes low Homie I'm a Tahoe fully loaded nine blow You see out on hydro Luciano blind hoe Loiue V offended me Your bitch in my Bentley seat And weekends are the chills I'm gonna f**k her 'til she empty Empty on you if you front 'Til your passenger is stuck Give your ass a brand new scar In need of a brand new car I ain't them I'm different baby I talk you listen baby Listen and I'll show you How money controls you I'll put you in my old school And let you pop the switch Pocketful in every packet That's why I'm poppin shit I don't forgive I don't forget What you said where you flip When you get hit I hope that's it Pop-pop all on your whip I-I be on that shit I'm high I'm on that piff Bye-bye you f**king bitch You ain't hot you ain't rich You a snitch I make millions quick And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid And I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I f**k the baddest bitches I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin chickens I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it