Respect

Lyrics

[Chorus: Fredo Santana] Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke Trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke Trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed [Verse 1: Lil Reese] All these fufu ass niggas, man just move around If staining up was a sport, I would be up, God damn! We ain't wifing these hoes, cause we don't give a damn Getting money was a sport, I would be up some fam Better stay up in your lane cause we don't give a damn My youngins with the shits, bitch we don't give a damn I say this 30 that I'm blowing it'll lay em down I keep my circle close cause I don't fuck around [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke Trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke Trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed [Verse 2: Fredo Santana &Lil Reese] I'm a real trap nigga, you can see it in my eyes I got weight, lot of grams, and I'm still selling bags I need a new connect, cause his prices getting high Threw some bands out at the factory, I'm just trying to get it back Get it back, get it back, hit the trap, I get it back I got workers in the back, and they're pushing all these packs God damn, God damn, I'm the man, girlfriend Suck my dick, suck my dick, bitch you gotta do my mans Any stains any licks, you know I need ends Kick the door, lay you down, split the profit with my mans Aye Reese what up man Aye Fredo you know, we getting it in Aye Reese Split the profit with my mans 300 [Chorus: Fredo Santana] Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke Trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke Trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed