Double Up lyrics

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah
It is what it is, son, n*ggas can’t stand it
It’s my fifth lap, a n*gga been round and round the planet
Shorty said ‘Welcome to Miami'
Her friends sayin 'Welcome to Miami'
Jet-skies, the yacht, the hawk in the backyard
Back to back Porshes, a n*gga go that hard
I love money, n*gga this is drug money
Laundromat, spin cycle, make it snow money
Beef nothin’ to a n*gga, n*gga I’m comfy'
Throw a hundred racks on a b*tch, I told ya she want me
If I want the ho, I get the ho, f*ck the ho then forget the ho
Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent
I’m a fly n*gga on or off, yeah I buy fly sh*t
Presidential rolly n*gga tell me now, can you buy that?
I’m the biggest n*gga Southside seen since Fat Cat
I tell a n*gga suck a di*k quick cause I’m strapped back

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I make it double up, few blocks of raw
I, I, I did it, I got to get more
I make it double up, baking soda galore
Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor
I make it double up
Aye bring me that pyrex
Get the baking soda, the ice
I'mma show you how you do this sh*t
You think I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doin
[Verse 2: Hayes]
We on the other side of the border chilling with drug lords
Tryin put a order in during the drug wars
Jay said this is what happens when you disrespect one of us
And cut a muhf*cka head off right in front of us
That’s when I said i’m going back to cali
My man said he going back to cali
I know some Mexicans in Arizona I’m cool with
I’d rather slang that than come and deal with this bullsh*t
‘cause I ain't gonna budge
Pay me or die g, dog, it ain't no love
n*ggas know who they owe
My number ain’t changed b*tch
Front door service put one in your brain quick
Could've put it right in your chest close range sh*t
Watch you die slow let you know who you playin' with
f*ck all that swearin' to god, promise and prayin' sh*t
I ain't a big sob story fan, I'm spraying sh*t
12 gauge, AR-15, AK'n sh*t
Passenger seat's gon' get killed, I'm sayin' this princ-i-pals
We don't draw the line at drug dealing, we crim-i-nals
Goin' all out
Before I say you played me I’ll go in ya'll house
And get killed there or blow your f*cking brains out
You gotta bring your ass to get some
You gotta make cash to spend some
And I ain’t a victim mothaf*cka
Hayes