Money,Power,Respect ft. J FLoE Lyrics

This country, you gotta make the money first

Then when you get the money, you get the power

Then when you get the power, then you get the respect

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Got your bitch in the back end, she givin' us top

All of my savages, smashin' and clappin'

Hot potato, we catchin' a plastic

Money long like elastic

Paper bag with the package

Had to beat it like a savage

Neck froze, I ain't cappin', yeah

Took to the bank, I'm laughin'

Got him watchin' my fashion

Lights, camera, action

On time, no lackin'

Work hard, no relaxin'

Gotta stack that back end

Need work, I'm taxin'

Neck froze like Aspen

Know how they pull up, we be like, what happened

Lettin' them knows, I be the one packin'

Packin' this wagon, packin' this fashion, packin' this work

I be the Pac-Man, don't fuckin' fix

They the ones rackin'

You on my body, your bitches gon' jack it

Loadin' these racks up, make a bitch clappin'

Who the one braggin'

Send me to Addy so I can go snatch it

Just let me know, and it's a go

She droppin' it low, just like a pro

Gettin' this cheese, gettin' this dough

I got the sauce, I got the glow

Spinnin' your block, me and J Flo

This 40 gon' blow

Taggin' your toe, now you John Doe

Shoot like Rondo

Stay with the savages, we train to go

Turn it up, louder

Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour

Money, respect, power

Turn it up, louder

Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour

Money, respect, power

Throw it back, I wanna dance

All of that ass, how you got in them pants

I caught a glance, now I'm in a trance

Might take a chance, they lovin' my stance

All on the game, ballin' like Lance

Throwin' this money, with no advance

They playin' my songs from New York to France

In love with money, call it romance

In the club with the bands

To give a fuck was never the plan

Had to hustle to become the man

Started from apes, leveled up

Got my hand on some plates

Metal tough, some is gon' hate

Never luck, had to put in the pain

You and us ain't broke the same

Sometimes I'm like a crowd, the pack is so loud

Shoot for the stars, I'm high as a cloud

If you not gang, you not allowed

Always a movie, when we around

Turn this shit up, when we in town

Send me to Addy, we shuttin' it down

Flickin' them chips, on the Greyhound

Throw me the pack, I'm yellin' touchdown

Money vibes, paper chasin'

Countin' racks in a days inn

To broke niggas, no relation

All we do is bring the cake in

Hungry nigga like Kanan

Power moves, fuck the patience

If I wanted, I'ma take it

Boss moves, you basic

Respect the grip, before you taste it

I ain't with none of that fake shit

I act like the goons anxious

Headshot, leave you brainless

See the flash, now you famous

All this swag, contagious

You in the presence of greatness

Bitch, niggas gon' hate this

Turn it up, louder

Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour

Money, respect, power

Turn it up, louder

Choppin' up that powder

On the block with the sour

Money, respect, power

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