MONEY POWER RESPECT

Yeah put y'all seatbelts on nigga
Money power respect man
All gas no brakes
M I Double nigga

Money
I'm eatin' good I'm gettin' chubby
Got so many bucks now the hot chicks love me
Same bitches said I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
The same hoes tell me they love me and wanna fuck me

Damn these the kind of shorties I meet
See them in the mall with they people buyin' some sneaks
I was down bad only had a dollar to eat
But we could bust a burger down grab a double with cheese

Now I'm up she wanna fuck she want some of the cheese
Makin' love in the truck spendin' summer with me
What she said before the head she don't remember it's me
Man I kicked that bitch out I got somewhere to be

That's called
Power
Group text seal team six
If I send that yellow fist that means niggas is pissed
Run up in your crib kill you and your kids

Like they did bin Laden
10 four I got em
I got an army under me I don't carry the heat
They divide your little meat I just carry the three
Bro I come from the city with the grimeyest streets

They'll rob you for a key sell it back for a fee
That's called power shit
Let me take you niggas on a power trip
Get the jet get some chicks be back in an hour ish

Chop it up at the White House with the president
Have him free the real niggas burn the evidence
Then I'll cut the child support for real niggas like me
That really wanna see they seeds but it cost them a fee

On top of all the clothes shoes and shit that they need
I gotta give you money too to buy the same damn thing
Wow it sound like a setup to me
To tear the black man down the strongest human beings

Hold up little nigga don't agree with me yet
Cause a lot of you niggas is a real piece of shit
Bro your baby mama cool y'all don't argue and shit
She don't keep you from the kids you complaining and shit

You the first one in line bring the money and sign
Bring the money for the rears cause you three years behind
Respect
What would you nigga do to get just a little bit
Respect from your clique or respect from your chick

Her mouth foul and shit put you down and shit
While you around your friends
Your ex don't respect you her nigga done checked you
Now you bust that niggas head make that nigga respect you

Now you doing a bid upstate with his nephew
You throw up zone seven then he throw up a set too
Now you going to war bout a bitch that done left you
While she back home giving dome to a vet who

Same nigga had the bust head and you step to
When you on the phone he talking shit in the next room
Yelling at your kids telling them be respectful
Turning off the TV they watching them cartoons

Bookie getting mad so he pick up the vacuum
Nigga try to swing it but it's heavy and half full
He go into the kitchen butter knife in his pam pol
Nigga better watch it Lil Bookie a damn fool

Flawley got his back Lil Shad got a fork too
Wait until we go to sleep and make an example
Zone seven what they do man
Big Dogg nigga Fee fi fo

Ba ba ba ba ba bookie



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Writer(s): Antwan Herring
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