Money,Power,Respect (feat. J FLoE)

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Lawz

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This country, you gotta make the money first
Then when you get the money, you get the power
Then when you get the power, then you get the respect

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got your bitch in the back end, she givin' us top
All of my savages, smashin' and clappin'
Hot potato, we catchin' a plastic

Money long like elastic
Paper bag with the package
Had to beat it like a savage
Neck froze, I ain't cappin', yeah

Took to the bank, I'm laughin'
Got him watchin' my fashion
Lights, camera, action
On time, no lackin'

Work hard, no relaxin'
Gotta stack that back end
Need work, I'm taxin'
Neck froze like Aspen

Know how they pull up, we be like, what happened
Lettin' them knows, I be the one packin'
Packin' this wagon, packin' this fashion, packin' this work
I be the Pac-Man, don't fuckin' fix

They the ones rackin'
You on my body, your bitches gon' jack it
Loadin' these racks up, make a bitch clappin'
Who the one braggin'

Send me to Addy so I can go snatch it
Just let me know, and it's a go
She droppin' it low, just like a pro
Gettin' this cheese, gettin' this dough

I got the sauce, I got the glow
Spinnin' your block, me and J Flo
This 40 gon' blow
Taggin' your toe, now you John Doe

Shoot like Rondo
Stay with the savages, we train to go
Turn it up, louder
Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour
Money, respect, power
Turn it up, louder
Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour
Money, respect, power
Throw it back, I wanna dance
All of that ass, how you got in them pants

I caught a glance, now I'm in a trance
Might take a chance, they lovin' my stance
All on the game, ballin' like Lance
Throwin' this money, with no advance

They playin' my songs from New York to France
In love with money, call it romance
In the club with the bands
To give a f*ck was never the plan

Had to hustle to become the man
Started from apes, leveled up
Got my hand on some plates
Metal tough, some is gon' hate

Never luck, had to put in the pain
You and us ain't broke the same
Sometimes I'm like a crowd, the pack is so loud
Shoot for the stars, I'm high as a cloud

If you not gang, you not allowed
Always a movie, when we around
Turn this shit up, when we in town
Send me to Addy, we shuttin' it down

Flickin' them chips, on the Greyhound
Throw me the pack, I'm yellin' touchdown
Money vibes, paper chasin'
Countin' racks in a days inn

To broke niggas, no relation
All we do is bring the cake in
Hungry nigga like Kanan
Power moves, f*ck the patience

If I wanted, I'ma take it
Boss moves, you basic
Respect the grip, before you taste it
I ain't with none of that fake shit

I act like the goons anxious
Headshot, leave you brainless
See the flash, now you famous
All this swag, contagious

You in the presence of greatness
Bitch, niggas gon' hate this
Turn it up, louder
Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour
Money, respect, power
Turn it up, louder
Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour
Money, respect, power
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