"Money Power Respect" lyrics
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up
Real gutter shit, knock knock, bitch, this the robbers robbin'
Two years ago, I was draped in Robins
It's 2018, now it's Balmain denim
And Rockstar jackets with all them zippers
DNG belt, F&N off the dribble
Dracie got the wood and the light in the middle
Hold it with two hands, but it's labeled a pistol
He ain't got no bodies but he labeled a killer
Raf Simons kicks or the brand-new Yeezies
Posted in the slums standin' right in specie
None of this is light, I make this shit look easy
If dog bookie light, I'ma get it from cleechy
I just spent fifteen at Hutch Jewelry
I ain't got no time to worry 'bout a fuckin' mooney
Where the fuck is you gon' sleep if you do somethin' to me?
Third-party-ass niggas, come say somethin' to me
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
Ayy, I'm on a million dollar mission, I can't watch no views
I'm goin' through enough now, bitch, I can't watch the news
Brought a new pair of white sticks just to watch these fools
If I ever wore the weaks, these my Kentucky shoes
Scat Pack, Charger, Hellcat look extra
My bitch just told me apply more pressure
Get racks, more racks my pleasure
Bitch, you don't gotta sneeze, I'll bless ya
I could've been dead, but I'm way smarter
Never at the house, fuck these hoes at the Carter
Light tan and last time it was darker
Niggas wouldn't give they thot a crumb, he was starving
Self-made, self-made, moral of the story
Ten toes down, no guts, no glory
New Gucci everything, I'm drippin' in floral
Made myself a boss from the mud to the marble, nigga
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up
Real gutter shit, knock knock, bitch, this the robbers robbin'
Two years ago, I was draped in Robins
It's 2018, now it's Balmain denim
And Rockstar jackets with all them zippers
DNG belt, F&N off the dribble
Dracie got the wood and the light in the middle
Hold it with two hands, but it's labeled a pistol
He ain't got no bodies but he labeled a killer
Raf Simons kicks or the brand-new Yeezies
Posted in the slums standin' right in specie
None of this is light, I make this shit look easy
If dog bookie light, I'ma get it from cleechy
I just spent fifteen at Hutch Jewelry
I ain't got no time to worry 'bout a fuckin' mooney
Where the fuck is you gon' sleep if you do somethin' to me?
Third-party-ass niggas, come say somethin' to me
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
Ayy, I'm on a million dollar mission, I can't watch no views
I'm goin' through enough now, bitch, I can't watch the news
Brought a new pair of white sticks just to watch these fools
If I ever wore the weaks, these my Kentucky shoes
Scat Pack, Charger, Hellcat look extra
My bitch just told me apply more pressure
Get racks, more racks my pleasure
Bitch, you don't gotta sneeze, I'll bless ya
I could've been dead, but I'm way smarter
Never at the house, fuck these hoes at the Carter
Light tan and last time it was darker
Niggas wouldn't give they thot a crumb, he was starving
Self-made, self-made, moral of the story
Ten toes down, no guts, no glory
New Gucci everything, I'm drippin' in floral
Made myself a boss from the mud to the marble, nigga
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
Big-body Beamer like a big-ass bubble
I bought this chopstick, but I ain't lookin' for trouble
The money, the power, respect, and the muscle
Drop two chains, got it all off the hustle
