[Intro: Audio Two & Eminem]

I get money

I— I get money

I— I get— I get—

I get— I get— (Ha-ha)

[Chorus: Audio Two & Eminem]

I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah)

I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah!)

I— I get money; money, I got (I get it!)

Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run this rap shit)

I— I get money; money, I got (Ha-ha, yeah) (Now, guess who's back?)

I— I get money; money, I got (You thought I left you!) (Woo!)

I— I get money; money, I got (Now, why would I do that?)

Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (One, two, three) (Ha)

[Verse: Eminem]

They keep on sayin' the same rappers are the best:

Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just tryna distract you

From the fact that I'm comin' back

Or maybe it's 'cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that

Maybe it's 'cause I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap

While I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques

I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long and I'm still alive?

Magic Johnson of rhymes

I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died

That's when I just pop up outta nowhere

Oh yeah, there we go, there, man, I forgot how much money he got

On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man don't lay

In the sun 'cause I don't tan, I burn, blood clot

When you gonna learn how much money we've earned?

How does it feel to know I came in this game at twenty-five

And coulda retired at twenty-nine in my twenties still?

And Fif' hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit

He ain't even gotta look at coke or even hold a brick

No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score!

To go from sellin' bags to bottles right out the store

And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us

My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers

So stay the fuck off us, we make pay

I'm just a super easy modest MC, okay?

'Til I hear the word "has-been", that's when I start spazzin'

Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then

I am the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards

I'm a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses