Money Power Respect

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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