I Get Money (Forbes 1, 2, 3 Remix)

[Intro] The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1, 2, 3 [Hook] I get money, money I got (I get it) Money-money I got, money-money I got (I run New York) [Interlude: Diddy] You know what it is, aww man It's the billion dollar remix, baby, for reala [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Come on man, I'm hot now, drop now, top down I got style Been around the block pal imagine what I got now The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti Range and Maserati, I got 'em all, goddamn My money, my-my-my money, long I blackout and break a bat on your ass like Barry Bonds I get it, I'm down for the jooks now what's up I'm with it, I told you I was gon' cake up I did it, niggas tryna show me how to ball Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, I'm tryna buy the mall I ain't came to get a little bit I'm tryna get it all My new bitch a cool bitch I'm fitting to make her spoiled If my watch is right, my stocks is right But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a mothafucka, chipped up Don't be surprised when I grip up, you slip up you could get it [Hook] [Interlude: Diddy] A lotta money on this record man, I like being around money man It's three the hard way baby, you know my mothafuckin' name [Verse 2: Diddy] Bo knows but Diddy did it Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it But my lawyer's so good that Diddy got aquitted I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez While you was riding around in Miami on mopeds Oh, you just got here I been doin this shit for over ten years I am chilling, in Sean John denim Nigga I don't walk nowhere I'm four wheeling Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceiling Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal Face on the Forbes in '94 I did it Don't like it I'm a Bad Boy now let's get it come on! [Hook] [Bridge] I get the pounds, the pesos, the yen I celebrate and I'm fresh out the pen I'm a hustler, I'm back at it again I'm bad and I don't play pretend, fuck with 'em, Jay [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I'm a hustler, baby, can't escape my past When I flipped Rocawear, I told 'em give me mine in cash Yeah, checks might bounce Alphabet boys might check my accounts Still hustling, baby, hurry up, kill me I'm already the GOAT, next stop is a billi Young turbo, six speed 9/11 I'm revvin, I'm tryin not to spill my Merlot Where my girl go, on world tour Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough I'm back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubbly Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket? I'm killing the block, most for whips So I'm killing the roof, like Michael Vick Yeah! Just call me Forbes.com 'case y'all forget New York is still mine, I get it [Hook] [Interlude: Jay-Z] You talking my language now baby I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this one