[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I’m around the [bad word] like a matador
I’m used to the [bad word]  it don’t matter boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That [bad word] make a weak [bad word] break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks
 You want the chicks but she want the cheese
[bad word] gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t [bad word] to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from
I’m a southside [bad word]  yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next [bad word] [bad word] outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum [bad word] with a bum [bad word] Your [bad word] from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich [bad word] [bad word] look like that?

 [Hook: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
 Brake hit the button then we pullin’
 Down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the [bad word] we on (we on, we on)
 Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
We up, [bad word] 
 [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
 Penalized every ho [bad word] that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a beam
Yeah, I kill a [bad word] quick, no worries, my record clean
 Murder one [bad word] manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges [bad word] [bad word] you [bad word] over your father when he gave you a [bad word] Should have been a [bad word] in pajamas.
I made my first million [bad word] dollars
Brought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
 I'm scared, this [bad word] don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
 Debating on should I [bad word] her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a [bad word] of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids
K-Dot

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
‘Round the world tourin’, the city got borin’
Bury me a with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a [bad word] Don't make it slam on you like I'm Maury
(?) zone Rida Gang in a story
Ops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything roaring, fly [bad word] soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, babe, I'm in the restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring

 [Hook]

[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
Got [bad word] for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck [bad word] Feels like a [bad word] dreaming, feels like a [bad word] dreaming

Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin’ Armor All
It feels like a [bad word] dreamin’
 Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’
Bulls eye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a [bad [bad word] the game boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, [bad word] the fameExplain