G-Unit - I Don't Wanna Talk About It lyrics

I don't wan' talk about it (50)
Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah)
Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah)
And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo oooh)

I make millions quick and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it

These niggas police go 'head
Ask me what I'm ridin' in so
I can say the Enzo


My bitch roll down the window so
I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin', Moulin Rouge and
They fuckin' and they strippin' nigga
I ain't even trippin' nigga
Me I handle business God's my only witness
Watchin' homicide
Sayin' "Who the fuck did this?"
Me I run the street mayne
So I keep the heat mayne sews what you reap
When you fuck with the elite mayne
I don't fuck around boy you
Better ask around boy
I hit you with the pound
Leave yo' ass on the ground
For, you poppin' that bullshit
Like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip
Clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin' licks, stickin' shit
Gettin' rich that's why my name ring bells
All around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
(wooo oooh)
And I don't wanna talk about it (OHH)

I make millions quick and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it

Yeah, it's the kid nigga, yeah
Ayo, big money, my car got the big face
(yeah)
Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
Niggas hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggas tryin to line
Me like? preacher
You niggas got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowin' heavy herb
Then back to the projects
Low from the task force
The dope spot's sellin' more
Shit than Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, lyin' 'bout bricks
Got my can and my white
My tan like Mariah and Nick
Fly in the '60 UFO
Unidentified flyin object on twenty-fo's
More money more hoes, more money more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro (yeah)
I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand
These ain't bullshit clothes (OHH)

I make millions quick and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it

Nah, uhh b-A, N-K, S-5, 5 oh
Or 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes low
Homie I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano blind ho
Louie V offended me
Yo' bitch in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills
I'ma fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front
'til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar
In need of a brand new car
I ain't them I'm different baby, I talk
You listen baby listen and I'll show you
How money controls you
I'll put you in my old school
And let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet
That's why I'm poppin' shit
I don't forgive I don't
Forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop
All on your whip
I I, be on that shit, I'm high
I'm on that piff
Bye bye, you fuckin' bitch, you ain't hot
You ain't rich you a snitch!

I make millions quick and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I
Don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens
I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it