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g.t. - money power & respect lyrics

[intro]
frrt, frrt, beep
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)

[verse 1]
as soon as it dropped, this sh+t over with (yeah, for real)
i’m gettin’ older now, i can’t really hang around unless i benefit
i would’ve went and bought a chain (for real), but that’d be ignorant (it do)
why not buy some land (for real) and start buildin’ it?
shipped a foreign to the city, now it’s an immigrant
grateful ’cause it used to be a rental with some pills in it (nah, for real)
think about the ones i lost, you can see the chills from it (yeah)
ten toes down, bro, i really put my heels in it (for real)

[chorus]
money, power, and respect (ayy)
i used post up on the block, now it’s maybachs and jets (yeah)
tell me what’s a rookie to a vet’ (for real)
you can’t roll with the big dogs and stay on the steps (for real)

[verse 2]
psh, in here blendin’ with my mask on (ayy, ayy)
ran that sh+t up to put my mans on (ayy)
you can drop me anywhere on earth with a bank or phone
guaranteed we get it gone, guaranteed we make it home
used to wake up, break down, but that was gettin’ old (shh)
this sh+t really sell itself if i touch a load (for real)
’cause say it move a lot smoother when you sell ’em whole
like i don’t cater, fool, what i look like sweatin’ over stoves? (for real, i feel ’em)
you ain’t sh+t without a check (ayy)
boy, we the coach, you watchin’ all our plays like a ref’ (yeah)
i say leave the blow at home, bring the meth (for real)
this sh+t so sweet, i’m wonderin’ what’s the catch (for real)
i done did a morgan town, i did the lex (i did the lex)
i got it off the ‘bows (‘bows), i got it off that rex (yeah)
i sold it in the ‘burbs (for real), i sold it in the ‘jects (i did)
i’m really goin’ hard (i am), but a n+gga barely flex (i don’t)
[chorus]
money, power, and respect (yeah)
i used post up on the block, now it’s maybachs and jets (vroom)
tell me what’s a rookie to a vet’ (for real)
you can’t roll with the big dogs and stay on the steps (n+gga)

[outro]
you ain’t sh+t without a check (yeah)
boy, we the coach, you watchin’ all our plays like a ref’ (yeah)
i say leave the blow at home, bring the meth
this sh+t so sweet, i’m wonderin’ what’s the catch (yeah)

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