Money & Power ft. Spade, Cheddah Blaze & D.G. Lyrics

Money, power

Money, power

Money, power

Money, power

Money, power

Money, power

Money, power

And I'm wanting money, power

Got to get it

Money, power

And I'm wanting money, power

All these bitches

Money, power

Smoking chower

Money, power

All these fucking fake haters

Money, power

Ok, they call DG, I'm out the middle of the map

STL what is up

Got myself a palace, down in Dallas bout to level up

Had to keep it moving, surround myself with made men

Sometimes the place you raised in

Can be the place they caged you in

Coming up from nothing, we was living off of pays then

Cards I was dealt was blue, like a game of Phase Ten

Money & the power, please believe I got the blueprint

I give the world my two cents, you might know what the truth is

This hustle never sleep, keep a stash & be discreet

Don't relax & don't be cheap

Double up & just repeat

Keep a gat, just for the weak

Everybody got to get it, yeah the money & the power

Money, power, fucking chower

Searching all for this shit, shit is power

My man got to, got to man his

Shit, the world done changed

It a grim future calling us back

Where's the raw talent

Where we all real rappers want

Rumble, jumble, rappers busy

He ain't trying to get shot

And you're sitting on the talent, and you barely get by

Too much fake hoes impress to say hi & goodbye

You've been realer to myself

I don't need your advice

They say you left for the hood, and you never been back

What part of the game is that

Shit, I don't understand

Still writing all my shit

I been steady with runts

If you didn't drill shit

You don't carry them guns

Simon says what you seen, man

It's what you've become

I've been blinded with my eyes

Rich & player as fuck

Vision twenty twenty-one everywhere you turn

Nowadays competition jealousy & rut

Even want the money, power

So they sell their soul

Living all their fake life, what you trying to become

On the Instagram acting like you the fucking King

Nigga, man what the fuck man

You either got it, if you ain't got it

Money, power gone to speak for itself, man

All these fucking fine bitches gone to feel it, too

Money, power, money, power

And I'm wanting money, power

Got to hustle

Money, power

And I'm wanting money, power

Money, power

Smoking chower