Video My Cats Stoned de 50 Cent 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

50 Cent - My Cats Stoned Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, Yeah
I run New York

[Verse: 50 Cent]
You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new, though
I got rid of my old bitch; now, I got new hoes (Woo!)
First, it was the Benzo; now, I'm in the Enzo
Ferrari—I'm sorry, I keep blowing up (Oh!)
They call me the cake man, the strawberry-shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique breakdance (Yeah)
Backspin, head-spin, flatline, you're dead, then
Nine shells, Mac-10—who wan' get it cracking?
I was young, I couldn't do good; now, I can't do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag? I just buy the new Jag
Now, nigga, why you mad?
Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful
They calling me cocky
I comе up out the jewelеr, they calling me Rocky
It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like "Blaow!, you like my style
Ha, ha! I'm heading to the bank right now
Ohhh