Power

[Intro]
(Cetti World, bitch)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Huh, first you get the money, then you power-up (Power-up)
Niggas actin' sweet need to sour up (Sour up)
Bro just caught a body then he show it off (Show it off)
Threw away the clothes, got good Prada on her (Good Prada)
Nigga play with me, that gun get put up on ’em (Put up, fire)
I hit that ho in yo' dreams, I just met her (In yo' dreams, I just met her)
Only G-locks in this car, ain’t no Beretta (Only G-locks in this car)
C-O-S Santana slide in any weather (Oh my God)
Niggas falling off, boy, get that shit together (Get it together)
I ain't falling off, I put my team on (Put 'em on)
Man, to the gang, might put the Rick on (Put it on)
Free all my [wads?], man, this a damn song
Slide down KRISS Vec', this bitch rarе (This bitch rare)
Yeah, for the gang, thе bitch wear and tear
Havin' this shit that I keep puttin' on
Believe it or not, I don't swear with the bitches half time (Swear)
Gotta warm up, I poured a whole line (Whole line)
Or when it's halftime, pour a half, slime (A half, slime)
That mean he ain’t do nothin’, [racks at his soul side?]
Pulled out, it's like that, nigga, it’s some' light (Nigga, it's some' light)
Pulled out, it’s like that, it is just for the night (It is just for the night)
['Bout to laugh at you so I'ma turn right?]
Hop right on feet and make sure I hit somethin' (Hop out on feet)

[Verse]
Oh nah, he ain't see it coming (Ain't see it, no)
Run fours, better get to runnin' (They get to run–)
Up, fire, shooter get to dumpin' (shooter get to dump–)
Choppa make an earthquake, feel this bitch you–, um
You could feel this bitch rumbling
Lil' nigga ran down, we got him shakin' (We got him shak–)
Quick money, move, this shit easy as bacon (Easy as bacon)
I'm doing me, I don't know why they hating
My lil' shooter evil as fuck just like Plankton
My lil' shooter, hopped out, cleared crowd
Nah, he ain't do it for fun-yun (He don't do it for fun)
You ain't talkin' 'bout none-yun
Bag on his head, get him gone for the mon-yun (Mon-yun)
Tryin' still to hold this weight, it take me out
Uh, Goddamn he a dumb, dumb (Goddamn near dumb)
Goddamn, my father a deadbeat dad (Deadbeat dad)
These rappers my son-yun's (My son-yun's)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Huh, first you get the money, then you power-up (Power-up)
Niggas actin' sweet need to sour up (Sour up)
Bro just caught a body then he show it off (Show it off)
Threw away the clothes, got good Prada on her (Good Prada)
Nigga play with me, that gun get put up on 'em (Put up, fire)
I hit that ho in yo' dreams, I just met her (In yo' dreams, I just met her)
Only G-locks in this car, ain't no Beretta (Only G-locks in this car)
C-O-S Santana slide in any weather (Oh my God)
Niggas falling off, boy, get that shit together (Get it together)
I ain't falling off, I put my team on (Put 'em on)
Man, to the gang, might put the Rick on (Put it on)
Free all my [wads?], man, this a damn song
Slide down KRISS Vec', this bitch rare (This bitch rare)
Yeah, for the gang, the bitch wear and tear
Havin' this shit that I keep puttin' on
Believe it or not, I don't swear with the bitches half time (Swear)
Gotta warm up, I poured a whole line (Whole line)
Or when it's halftime, pour a half, slime (A half, slime)
That mean he ain't do nothin', [racks at his soul side?]
Pulled out, it's like that, nigga, it's some' light (Nigga, it's some' light)
Pulled out, it's like that, it is just for the night (It is just for the night)
['Bout to laugh at you so I'ma turn right?]
Hop right on feet and make sure I hit somethin' (Hop out on feet)