that i'm fighting I don't need your company Leave me in my misery I can take the rebound just like lightning And she was hot - in a 50's dress She was
my dough I got a few stacks me and you could blow We headed to the hotel after the show I know how to romance you be my private dancer [Chorus: 50 Cent
's make it hot) Why do I feel like a fool? (Everybody in the club make it hot) I might as well not complain (Yo, yo, yo, yo, 50!) [50 Cent](Natina) Shorty
the booty club just to see you) You're my favorite girl (Cause cant nobody whip the thang like you do) [Chorus] [Bobby V:] Spend a 50, spend a 100 dawg
of these fitties Watch pictures, pass out In the leather sofa with the ass out Piss in your pocketbook with a patch over my eye like Captain Hook Fuck all the romance
Notice I said rock! - Lean in your stance! (stance!) I put chicks on hold, you just hold hands (yeah!) Clap about four in a row with no romance! (UGH!)
I'm fighting I don't need your company Leave me in my misery I can take the rebound just like lightning And she was hot - in a 50's dress She
I'm fighting I don't need your company Leave me in my misery I can take the rebound just like lightning And she was hot - in a 50's dress She was hot
the moon Or near a campfire Not getting close to soon Grandpa asked grandma For the last dance Living a newborn romance They've been together For over 50
dough I got a few stacks me and you could blow We headed to the hotel after the show I know how to romance you be my private dancer [Chorus: 50 Cent]
make it hot) Why do I feel like a fool? (Everybody in the club make it hot) I might as well not complain (Yo, yo, yo, yo, 50!) [50 Cent](Natina) Shorty
: Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Brizilian candy, from Miami massouse