Money Power & Respect

Lyrics

[Verse] Yo, show, yo, show, show Before Trump was in the White House, I was in one on my block I can teach you how to glide, creep up and catch a opp Why these fuck niggas talkin' bad about me to a thot? Man are actin' like gyal, remind me of Nia Long, yo Runnin' through these bands, boy that's nothin' that I sweat I know the mac hold thirty-two like it's sponsored by Wretch Arteta on my block, the youngens love me, I'm a vet You ain't good up on your block, they don't show you no respect And they ain't touched me Opps in my sight, I back it out and show them fuckery Put me up in Tape with twenty hoes, them hookers love me Tell me kill her pussy, baby, I ain't Ted Bundy How you drill rap and you ain't scored? Them man are clumsy Yo, I know a nigga that told, but he never took the stand He was in the station gettin' busy with them statements Playin' sign language cah he talkin' with his hand 50K in cash, rip it out the rubber band I'm fuckin' all the gyal that look good up in the Gram By 2030, check point ten M's A lot of man there ain't even touched ten bags