Money, Power, Respect

[Verse 1]
Eight figure, made nigga
Grave digger, wrist froze but the chain chiller
I put in that pain nigga, ya can’t figure
Workaholic, treat the shit like it’s my pain killer
I’m sick of niggas talking reckless like they on shit
I’m sick of niggas talking money like they own shit
I’m sick of carbon copy rappers, get ya own shit
I’m way too pretty for these hoes I need a Vouge bitch
This shit's in motion, I thought I told you
I’m rocking JPG, that's Autumn Winter ‘02
That 720, pulled that bitch right out the showroom
I could feel the pressure, but the pressure turn a man into a motherfucking mogul
Like fuck you think?
Like bitch primetime, ho take a seat
Like fuck is working to the bone till I’m extinct?
Nigga fuck I look folding when the shit 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 niggas left to shit 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 nigga
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 motherfucker

[Verse 2]
And don’t approach me on no dumb shit
I can’t do the politics, these niggas on some sus shit
These hoes from my past keep talking bout some what it was shit
Super Bowl diamonds on the fingers when I clutch shit
And all them hoes is trigger fingers nigga we could buck shit
You ain't on no slick shit, leave 'em in the dust shit
I can't do the muscle, rather pull off Porscha truck shit
Diamonds snap a vertebrae, on made 'em keep it tucked shit
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 niggas 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 niggas on is on a t-shirt
Fake smiling all up in my face until they cheeks hurt
Whole time, them niggas 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 motherfucker