M.P.R Lyrics

Money, power, respect, young boy It's your boy's ski massacre, for his

throne Money, power, respect, young boy

It's your boy's ski massacre, you double hoe

Hold up, who that nigga? I got your bitch and I pulled up the trigger, what

Rockin' out with YSL, rockin' that blueberry, ho

Got my Gucci, Padre alone, got my own damn cologne, ho

Hold up, my nigga, I pull up the pole Hold up, my nigga, I'm hidin' the pole

.9mm, shootin' in the hole, nothing like I put it in a sip and a rub

Been rubbin' in a bottle like I'm missin' the soul

Hold up, who that nigga? I put it on the floor

They got my own rapper, rapper style

Rappers, stylin' on my flow

It's your boy with my own dough, ay Who thatlonelyplayboy

Who thatpracticeho? Who thatfucksupfor

It's your MPR, it's my on the flow

Got my bitch, my own

Got my little money

Money, money, money My money my power my power power

Respect, respect, respect yo' hoe

Money, money, money My money my power my power power

Respect respect respect respect respect yo' hoe

Keepin' my own dream I got my own lean

Coding posts around them I do say

Put around my zine Zeamin' down my dream

I put in lean Put around my fleam

Flamin' on the pit Kippin' the slip

Slippin' on the bottom like a bullet in a rip

Hit it rip like content

Hit it rip like I'm poppin' a line

Loadin' down them dollar signs

Lowin' down that Mr. Mrine

Rhymin' down my flow

Many niggas though

Out here with my squad

'Cause we shootin' on them dough

Mmm

Yeah

Aye yo, do ya thing

Money, money, money Power power power power

Respect, respect, respect yo' hoe

Money, money, money Power power power power

Respect