Money and Respect

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JetDreams
OGOL
Money, respect
I want money, respect
Money, respect
Gimme money, respect
Money, respect
If it aint money, respect
Then you aint talking bout shit
Aretha and Blue Benjamins
Money, respect
I want money, respect
Money, respect
Gimme money, respect
Money, respect
If it aint money, respect
Then you aint talking bout shit
Aretha and Blue Benjamins
Money respect, that is all I need
Money, respect, but I can't forget my weed
Foreigns and pateks, thats what comes with getting cheese
My face card is legit, that just comes with being me
Ok
In the lab and got some blood on my apron
Nigga I put in my 10,000 hours
Feel like I hop on a plane every week
Chasing a bag, and aint worried bout my flowers
Everyday screaming free Hatch from the bricks
Money, respect thats gone bring yo ass power
Wish these haters would just hop off my dick
Really been riding my shit for some hours
OG asked a question, he say what a dollar cost
I said idk, but it cost to be a boss
I can't take a loss, because AD got the sauce
I'm tryna go higher than Moss Nigga I'm tryna be bigger than Ross
Money, respect
I want money, respect
Money, respect
Gimme money, respect
Money, respect
If it aint money, respect
Then you aint talking bout shit
Aretha and Blue Benjamins
Money, respect
I want money, respect
Money, respect
Gimme money, respect
Money, respect
If it aint money, respect
Then you aint talking bout shit
Aretha and Blue Benjamins
I been in my bag, like October 31st
I been in my bag, like women looking in they purse
I been in my bag, to get my bankroll out
Feel like Young Dolph, took the PaperRoute
These niggas know wassup with me
The beef I had I ate it
Like Zim, Rap Game invaded
If it ain't green, then it don't faze me
Don't trip, I keep it playa
Just like Canis, going major
Tryna make sure that they know me from
Augusta out to Asia
I feel like cartoon network shawty
Nothing was the same
The way I push these tracks
Startin to feel like Franklin Saint
Going hard in the paint, so I think I'm Waka Flocka
Obsessive with this shit, you would think my name was Crocker
Money, respect
I want money, respect
Money, respect
Gimme money, respect
Money, respect
If it aint money, respect
Then you aint talking bout shit
Aretha and Blue Benjamins
Money, respect
I want money, respect
Money, respect
Gimme money, respect
Money, respect
If it aint money, respect
Then you aint talking bout shit
Aretha and Blue Benjamins



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Adair
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