Power

Cash niggas gotta get Check the bag, that shit kinda big Bitches out here trying to sabotage a pimp I spit form the passenger side of the whip Splash the shit That's a big reminder, daddy, that I'm not your friend Maserati drop top not bad for some project kids Got a stash spot to keep the product in Rock designer, I'm the Prada King It's all simple math, mami, this not geometry You printing money, I'm the dollar tree They praise the God, it's like idolatry When the waters got choppy, I was in the driver's seat Steer my family our of poverty Now my links entwined within' my taco meat Niggas beats and rhyme flows is cheap like so Paco Jeans Catch me standing over pots whipping these nar-collard greens Chopping game with no Karate gi Beat the pussy up like Rodney King Chopper hiding in the closet like some kind of freak mind Ma, I call it Bobby V If you love me then buy me a V Was never blood, why would I be naive? (Why?) My team, we got it out the mud Y'all niggas got y'all money clean Behind the scenes, niggas funny, son Shit was never chummy-chummy like it seem Lil' monkeys trying to front, I thought I told you not to speak Lil' monkeys trying to front, I thought I told you not to speak