Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Nope)
Money what's that? It's not got (I sleep New York!)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Nope, Nope)
Money what's that? It's not got (I sleep New York!)
I drink quarter water cuz I ain't got two bucks
Go in the store buy it
with pennies, wanna fuck?
The money's not there baby,
I don't gotta count
I write checks to buy the groceries
don't got no account
I'm stanky stank
Get arrested walking by the bank
Subwayhood and that shit is rank
Yeah I smell like the streets
rotten old meats
got no bread but
my clothes is swiss cheese
South Seaport baby, St. 1 Train
Got a tan? Nah that's just city dirt
Can't get shitty work
Metro – wanna pape?
Hood man, but can't buy Bape,
Eat squashed bread, call it crepe
Shit, where is my demo tape?
Just the bo cause I can't get a ho
Journey man, no place to go
Please sir, can I have some mo
In the subway I give a show
I will not fuck with your kid
(more than I already did)
Shit, man, this where I live,
BALLIN'
Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Nope)
Money what's that? It's not got (I sleep New York!)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Don't get it)
Got No Money, it's not got, (Nope, Nope)
Money what's that? It's not got (I sleep New York!)
I call this my new shirt
But it ain't new though
Ain't talking bout a fresh girl
When I say I got new holes
My shoes got the bends though
Not sure if they mens though, or females, or shemales
I don't give a fuck!(ugh)
They call me the bum man
The hair-filled-with gum man
I spray windshields
Ain't got change for a 1 man
Subway, grubway, flat broke and dead thin
9 dimes 10 nicks
And I'm livin' like them rich men!
When I was young I used to eat good
Now I would eat hats
No food in one trash
Just go to a new trash
Oh you gonna eat that?
I'm also a flasher, they callin' me cocky
I'm a giant and unshaven, they callin' me Shockey
It's the roach on my left leg, the right's just a wood peg
Dirt like wow
I got no style
Hey hey, you can smell my stank right now.
Labels: 50 cent, I get Money, Parodies