Money And The Power
(Money and the power, money and the power)
I ain't fallin' short, I got the (money and the power)
(Money and the power, money and the power)
Never goin' back 'cause I got (money and the power)
Deep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker
S.A. fool, native Houston South Parker
Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker
No one else to blame, fuck it, blame it on my mother
When I was growin' up, nobody seemed to give a shit
And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch
Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either
Sweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's
Learned the game of hustlin', fuckin' dope-fienders
Sellin' niggaz beat, in other words amphetamines
My game was more advanced, sellin' speed I'm goin' broke
Got em up with Floyd and Floyd had fronted me some dope
Learned to rock it up, now I got it sold
Time to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe
Business started boomin', started movin' powder
Motherfuck the bitches I want money and the power, yup!
(Money and the power, money and the power)
I ain't fallin' short, 'cause I got the (money and the power) yup
(Money and the power, money and the power)
Bitches on my dick 'cause I got (money and the power)
Bought me a Caddy, 30s and vogues
Brand new crib, brand new clothes
Mom would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch
Where am I gettin' the money? Mickey D's ain't paid me shit
I'd make up a story, just to get her off my back
Uh oh I got a beep, I think my boys are out of crack
Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it
A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it
Nickels, dimes and twenties, and 60 cent bumps
Nigga rollin' hard, stackin' paper like Trump
And I ain't give a fuck, I told you that from the jump
Didn't worry about no static, I had a motherfuckin' pump
Ass out of line, word 'em up a nigga sprayed 'em
Momma told me shoot first, and ask questions later
Six hundred bucks a motherfuckin' hour
And I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power, yup
(Money and the power, money and the power)
I ain't fallin' short, 'cause I got the (money and the power) yeah
(Money and the power, money and the power)
I got it like this 'cause I got (money and the power)
There goes 21, and still stackin' 30s
Brought my brother Warren Lee down from New Jersey
He helped me for a minute, then he started screwin' up
Said fuck gettin' paid, I guess my brother'd rather fuck
Bitches ran his life, and they're still runnin' Lee
I guess he doesn't realize the bitch is fuckin' me
It really doesn't matter, 'cause I can never tell
He can stay broke, but I got dope to sell
I step out on the cut, shit was lookin' funny
I ran back in the house and started callin' up my money
I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope
I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the five-O
Niggaz stayed relaxed, but they was friskin' niggaz up
If someone said my name, then I was definitely fucked
But I'ma play it cool, if I kill I gotta kill
Fightin' for my shit, I never ran and never will
Come to find out, they wasn't fuckin' with my boys
Busted a nigga who said he paid 'em, talkin' noise
Hehehehehe, I guess the juices are sour
But I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power, yup
(Money and the power, money and the power)
Sold a million records, I got (money and the power) yep
(Money and the power, money and the power)
You best come clean 'cause I got (money and the power)
Money and the power, money and the power
Money and the pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-power!
I ain't fallin' short, I got the (money and the power)
(Money and the power, money and the power)
Never goin' back 'cause I got (money and the power)
Deep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker
S.A. fool, native Houston South Parker
Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker
No one else to blame, fuck it, blame it on my mother
When I was growin' up, nobody seemed to give a shit
And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch
Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either
Sweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's
Learned the game of hustlin', fuckin' dope-fienders
Sellin' niggaz beat, in other words amphetamines
My game was more advanced, sellin' speed I'm goin' broke
Got em up with Floyd and Floyd had fronted me some dope
Learned to rock it up, now I got it sold
Time to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe
Business started boomin', started movin' powder
Motherfuck the bitches I want money and the power, yup!
(Money and the power, money and the power)
I ain't fallin' short, 'cause I got the (money and the power) yup
(Money and the power, money and the power)
Bitches on my dick 'cause I got (money and the power)
Bought me a Caddy, 30s and vogues
Brand new crib, brand new clothes
Mom would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch
Where am I gettin' the money? Mickey D's ain't paid me shit
I'd make up a story, just to get her off my back
Uh oh I got a beep, I think my boys are out of crack
Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it
A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it
Nickels, dimes and twenties, and 60 cent bumps
Nigga rollin' hard, stackin' paper like Trump
And I ain't give a fuck, I told you that from the jump
Didn't worry about no static, I had a motherfuckin' pump
Ass out of line, word 'em up a nigga sprayed 'em
Momma told me shoot first, and ask questions later
Six hundred bucks a motherfuckin' hour
And I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power, yup
(Money and the power, money and the power)
I ain't fallin' short, 'cause I got the (money and the power) yeah
(Money and the power, money and the power)
I got it like this 'cause I got (money and the power)
There goes 21, and still stackin' 30s
Brought my brother Warren Lee down from New Jersey
He helped me for a minute, then he started screwin' up
Said fuck gettin' paid, I guess my brother'd rather fuck
Bitches ran his life, and they're still runnin' Lee
I guess he doesn't realize the bitch is fuckin' me
It really doesn't matter, 'cause I can never tell
He can stay broke, but I got dope to sell
I step out on the cut, shit was lookin' funny
I ran back in the house and started callin' up my money
I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope
I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the five-O
Niggaz stayed relaxed, but they was friskin' niggaz up
If someone said my name, then I was definitely fucked
But I'ma play it cool, if I kill I gotta kill
Fightin' for my shit, I never ran and never will
Come to find out, they wasn't fuckin' with my boys
Busted a nigga who said he paid 'em, talkin' noise
Hehehehehe, I guess the juices are sour
But I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power, yup
(Money and the power, money and the power)
Sold a million records, I got (money and the power) yep
(Money and the power, money and the power)
You best come clean 'cause I got (money and the power)
Money and the power, money and the power
Money and the pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-power!
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Writer(s): Tony Ray Haynes, Curtis Fitzgerald William
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