Money Power & Respect lyrics
by G.T.
[Intro]
Frrt, frrt, beep
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1]
As soon as it dropped, this sh*t over with (Yeah, for real)
I'm gettin' older now, I can't really hang around unless I benefit
I would've went and bought a chain (For real), but that'd be ignorant (It do)
Why not buy some land (For real) and start buildin' it?
Shipped a foreign to the city, now it's an immigrant
Grateful 'cause it used to be a rental with some pills in it (Nah, for real)
Think about the ones I lost, you can see the chills from it (Yeah)
Ten toes down, bro, I really put my heels in it (For real)
[Chorus]
Money, power, and respect (Ayy)
I used post up on the block, now it's Maybachs and jets (Yeah)
Tell me what's a rookie to a vet' (For real)
You can't roll with the big dogs and stay on the steps (For real)
[Verse 2]
Psh, in here blendin' with my mask on (Ayy, ayy)
Ran that sh*t up to put my mans on (Ayy)
You can drop me anywhere on Earth with a bank or phone
Guaranteed we get it gone, guaranteed we make it home
Used to wake up, break down, but that was gettin' old (Shh)
This sh*t really sell itself if I touch a load (For real)
'Cause say it move a lot smoother when you sell 'em whole
Like I don't cater, fool, what I look like sweatin' over stoves? (For real, I feel 'em)
You ain't sh*t without a check (Ayy)
Boy, we the coach, you watchin' all our plays like a ref' (Yeah)
I say leave the blow at home, bring the meth (For real)
This sh*t so sweet, I'm wonderin' what's the catch (For real)
I done did a Morgan Town, I did the Lex (I did the Lex)
I got it off the 'bows ('Bows), I got it off that Rex (Yeah)
I sold it in the 'burbs (For real), I sold it in the 'jects (I did)
I'm really goin' hard (I am), but a n*gga barely flex (I don't)
[Chorus]
Money, power, and respect (Yeah)
I used post up on the block, now it's Maybachs and jets (Vroom)
Tell me what's a rookie to a vet' (For real)
You can't roll with the big dogs and stay on the steps (n*gga)
[Outro]
You ain't sh*t without a check (Yeah)
Boy, we the coach, you watchin' all our plays like a ref' (Yeah)
I say leave the blow at home, bring the meth
This sh*t so sweet, I'm wonderin' what's the catch (Yeah)