Get Rich or Die Lyrics – Ken Carson
I copped me a house with a gate
I get rich, I know these niggas hate
I was starvin’, they ate in my face
Now you know how your medicine tastes
This a marathon, this not a race
I’m just tryin’ to find my pace
I get rich or die tryin’ every day
I get money all kinds of ways
And if I’m not dead, I’ll get to that bread
I call up your ***, I just want some head
I just want that top, I don’t want no ***
You know I got guap, I don’t need to flex
My Porsche is drop-top, I don’t need the ‘Vette
Yeah, push-start, ain’t no keys to that, yeah
Talkin’ down and we shoot at his head
Tried to run and we shot off his legs
Play with your *** ***, don’t play with my bread
These niggas play gangster, but really be scared
You just talk and you soft, you really like Ted
I get *** and nod off, I’m off of these meds
I get topped in my pent, you ain’t got no bed
Boy, you don’t pay no rent, you don’t pay for ***
Got Givenchy my shirt and my toes and my legs
Shawty riding my *** like it came with some pegs, yeah
I just been pouring this red, yeah
And this Wock’
Shawty suck me up ’til her jaws lock
Told her, “Baby, keep going, don’t stop”
Yeah, that’s just how I roll and I rock
Yeah, I’m rolling off X ’til I drop
*** that bulletproof vest, you get shot in your top
Swear these niggas be thinking they cool, and they not
These niggas be lame, these niggas be hot
Think it’s a game, boy, you could get shot
I got good aim, don’t need a red dot
Try me? Ain’t no way, he thought I forgot
I was *** your bae and she dropped me the dot
She sent the location, yeah, she sent the pin
You went on vacation, my boys, they went in
We took everything, left a note that said, “Ken Carson”
I copped me a house with a gate
I get rich, I know these niggas hate
I was starvin’, they ate in my face
Now you know how your medicine tastes
This a marathon, this not a race
I’m just tryin’ to find my pace
I get rich or die tryin’ every day
I get money all kinds of ways
And if I’m not dead, I’ll get to that bread
I call up your ***, I just want some head
I just want that top, I don’t want no ***
You know I got guap, I don’t need to flex
My Porsche is droptop, I don’t need the ‘Vette
Yeah, push-start, ain’t no keys to that, yeah
Talkin’ down and we shoot at his head
Tried to run and we shot off his legs