[Intro]
Am  Abm (Bump, bump)
Abm  Am
F#m  Abm
 Go, go, go, go
 
Am  Abm
 Go, go, go shorty
(Bump, bump)
 It's your birthday
Abm  Am                   F#m  Abm
 We gon' party like it's yo birthday
           Am  Abm                 (Bump, bump)
 We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
Abm  Am
 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck
F#m  Abm
 It's not your birthday!
 
 
[Chorus (2x)]
 
                        Am  Abm              (Bump, bump)
 You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
            Abm  Am                   F#m  Abm
 Look Mami, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
                 Am  Abm                   (Bump, bump)
 I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
                   Abm  Am                  F#m  Abm
 So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
 
 
[Verse 1]
Em  F#m                    (Bump, bump)
 When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
                Abm  Am                      F#m  Abm
 When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
                          Am  Abm                      (Bump, bump)
 Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
                    Abm  Am                          F#m  Abm
 When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
                         Am  Abm            (Bump, bump)
 But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
                     Abm  Am                    F#m  Abm
 I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
                    Am  Abm                       (Bump, bump)
 If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
      Abm  Am                          F#m  Abm
 Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
        Am  Abm             (Bump, bump)
 In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
           Abm  Am                     F#m  Abm
 They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
 Am  Abm                     (Bump, bump)
 But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
         Abm  Am                 F#m  Abm
 And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
     Em  F#m                 (Bump, bump)
 I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
        Abm  Am                     F#m  Abm
 I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
             Am  Abm                    (Bump, bump)
 Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
         Abm  Am                       F#m  Abm
 Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
 
 [Chorus (2x)]
 
[Bridge]
 My flow, my show brought me the dough
 That bought me all my fancy things
 My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
 Look nigga I done came up and I ain't change.
 
[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)
 And you should love it, way more then you hate it
 Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
 I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
 You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
 When my junk get to pumping in the club it's on
 I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
 If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
 If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
 I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
 If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
 Watch the money pile up
 Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
 You know where we fucking be
 
 [Chorus (2x)]
 
 [Talking]
 [Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
 In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
 G-Unit