Money Power Respect ft. Brando Lyrics

Man I swear we hungry dawg

My dawg told me, He's like...

"I can tell you got that hunger"

That shit real mane

We starving on this side!

I need mines, you feel me?

(Ohh Ohh Oh!)

Money, Power, Respect

Leave it on the line if we talkin boutta check

Take it all to the neck

Only God's time till I make it out the trench

Cause it get grimey in the trenches (Ahh)

We be in the field y'all be watching from the benches

(Y'all from the benches!)

Niggas hoppin over fences

Burning out the wheels slidin through the intersection

Shit I been at it for a minute

Cleaning up the flow, Minute Maid in the kitchen

Look at how a nigga whippin

2019 niggas glorifying snitching

Funny how they quickly get to yappen

I be feeling like turtle cause a nigga always snapping

Ima paint the picture, Leonardo with the canvas

And the motto TMC we running hard till we collapsing

Dawg. I know I'm on my way up

Been had the sauce so I jelly with the lay up

Mind like a boss middle finger to the pay cut

Hard for me to smile when I'm slacking on the paper

Hungry for green, money team like it's Nevada

Beverly Hills and limousine for my mama

Hunnit degrees, a Hunnit T's, no prada

Still cookin up cuz we ain't seen two commas

Money, Power, Respect

Leave it on the line if we talkin boutta check

Take it all to the neck

Only God's time till I make it out the trench

Cause it get grimey in the trenches (Ahh)

We be in the field y'all be watching from the benches

(Y'all from the benches!)

Niggas hoppin over fences

Burning out the wheels slidin through the intersection

Touched a hunnit in a month

Thought I told you I don't play with it

It don't matter what you've done

Long as you got away with it (C'mon)

Yea I'd rather be alone

My dinner and my cake with it

Finally know where I went wrong

All them nights I layed with it

Coughing while I blow this blunt

Glock tucked

They ain't with it

All I seen was cocaine

My homies got they face in it

Bad bitches dippin low

She got me when I was sleeping though

That's our little secret though (Haha)

Yeah, that's how we keep it though

(Yea)

I wear my heart on my sleeve

You wear yo heart on yo face!

Read between guarantees

You know it's truth there!

Gravitated to the crib

Got a coup there!

All the pain that we feeling stay cooped in

All this game that I've kicked

Still can't pull a win

All this money came in and out

Nigga we at the drive way my shit look like In-N-Out!

In and out

What's this shit about?

Aye what we livin for?

What's the shit about? (Yeah)

Money, Power, Respect

Leave it on the line if we talkin boutta check

Take it all to the neck

Only God's time till I make it out the trench

Cause it get grimey in the trenches (Ahh)

We be in the field y'all be watching from the benches

(Y'all from the benches!)

Niggas hoppin over fences

Burning out the wheels slidin through the intersection

Meet me at the bank big truss like Ingram

I been married to the game

Took the vow now ring em

When I'm on don't be hitting my phone

Put the dough in the oven got a cinnamon roll

(Look)

I been flockin like a Raven, I'm the MVP

And I'm always for the culture take the AFC

Bandwagon or they hating, that's the shit that I see

Backstage still complaining wanting VIP (Ha!)

I guess it's never enough

They assed out like Lizzo

Who dressing em up?

Mind boggled up foreal by some shit that I seen

Gotta practice like a drill with that shit that y'all preach

Y'all be with that talk, talk, talk

But these niggas can't fuckin do the walk, walk, walk

I be like a boss, boss, boss

Cause I'm chasing after paper with these rhymes I toss

See I told em... Like

When we was talkin on the phone

When I was like...

(Money, Power, Respect Nigga!)

Three things nigga

Three things...

Money, Power and Respect that you don't play with!

I ain't playin with that

No ifs, ands, or buts man!

Money, Power, Respect

I need that !