Money, Power, Respect lyrics

[Verse 1]
Eight figure, made n*gga
Grave digger, wrist froze but the chain chiller
I put in that pain n*gga, ya can’t figure
Workaholic, treat the sh*t like it’s my pain killer
I’m sick of n*ggas talking reckless like they on sh*t
I’m sick of n*ggas talking money like they own sh*t
I’m sick of carbon copy rappers, get ya own sh*t
I’m way too pretty for these hoes I need a Vouge b*tch
This sh*t's in motion, I thought I told you
I’m rocking JPG, that's Autumn Winter ‘02
That 720, pulled that b*tch right out the showroom
I could feel the pressure, but the pressure turn a man into a motherf*cking mogul
Like f*ck you think?
Like b*tch primetime, ho take a seat
Like f*ck is working to the bone till I’m extinct?
n*gga f*ck I look folding when the sh*t was right in reach
I could never take the safe route, I live for the thrill
I still got some tricks up in my sleeve I keep concealed
Not a thing but money on my mind, I need a mill
I got way too many n*ggas left to sh*t on so I can’t afford to chill

[Hook]
100k bound on the neck
I just want the money, and the power, and respect
I just want the money, and the power, and respect
I just, I just want the money, and the power, and respect n*gga
I just took the top down, slide with the set
I just want the money, and the power, and respect
I just want the money, and the power, and respect
I just, I just want the money, and the power, and respect motherf*cker
[Verse 2]
And don’t approach me on no dumb sh*t
I can’t do the politics, these n*ggas on some sus sh*t
These hoes from my past keep talking bout some what it was sh*t
Super Bowl diamonds on the fingers when I clutch sh*t
And all them hoes is trigger fingers n*gga we could buck sh*t
You ain't on no slick sh*t, leave 'em in the dust sh*t
I can't do the muscle, rather pull off Porscha truck sh*t
Diamonds snap a vertebrae, on made 'em keep it tucked sh*t
AMG to PJ to that GL like it’s nothing
I don’t know how many times I gotta tell 'em it won’t work 
I don’t know how n*ggas figured they could switch, then hit reverse
I don’t get why the would bother tryna hit me for a verse 
Only time you’d catch me putting n*ggas on is on a t-shirt
Fake smiling all up in my face until they cheeks hurt
Whole time, them n*ggas grit they teeth, I bet they teeth hurt
No time, I pull off, make that Porscha GT3 swerve
That money don’t stop, so why should I, you better keep up

[Hook]

[Outro]
I just want the money, and the power, and respect
I just want the money, and the power, and respect motherf*cker