Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money & Power , by - Big Tymers. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money & Power |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| Nigga, get your shit together |
| Tell the homeboys, we gon' shine in the rainy weather |
| Strap up we gon' ride tonight |
| Cause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight |
| And my Rollies with my bezel speak through the ice |
| Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold headlights |
| Man, I’m on an all-night flight |
| Worth about a millie on a silly night |
| On the really, I’m worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night |
| Playboy and my game be tight |
| I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace |
| My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace |
| Or my momma Gladys or my sister Noreese |
| Man half of my family already deceased |
| But this baller life don’t mean nothin' to me |
| Playa if I can’t share it with my muthafuckin' family |
| I’ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s |
| And make all my hoes say the love me |
| Fitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree’s on my feet |
| Ask 'Lac playboy if you don’t believe me |
| You better stay strapped rollin' in the UPT |
| Besides all these cars and all these broads |
| Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a key |
| Playboy you could believe me |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| It was one summer night in the middle of June |
| Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moon |
| When this nigga 'cross the street start talkin' shit |
| Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don’t hit |
| See I payed it no matter |
| Every album gets hotter, than the last one, partner |
| What’s ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me, man? |
| Cause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me, man? |
| You 'bout hoe shit |
| Keep it on the down low shit |
| Hoe broke and lonely, don’t know shit |
| Usually Captain Kirk a bitch |
| I’ll rough a bitch |
| 'Til she say, «I had enough shit» |
| I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracks |
| Got ya Sony CD pumped up to the max |
| You should be on Jerry Springer, cause nigga you the king of |
| Hatin' on niggas that’s keepin' it real |
| Big Tymers had money before the record deal |
| Uh, If fuckin' music don’t work nigga then I still got the wheels |
| Hmm, How you diggin' that |
| How you diggin' that |
| How you diggin' that |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| If you could be me for an hour |
| Have Money and Power |
| Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower |
| You Would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| You definitely would love that (Hot, Hot) |
| I owe my dedication to my homeboy Manny |
| Cause I’d probably still be in a penitentiary |
| Or still selling yey on these dark city streets |
| Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me |
| Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy |
| Playboy this life is real to me |
| I’m rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artillery |
| All I can say is Fresh kept it real wit' me |
| But I know my lil B.G. |
| could feel me |
| That’s why I’m hollerin' Chopper City in my song nigga |
| And you wearin' earrings with bezels cause I bought 'em nigga |
| But you the reason why I keep it real with niggas |
| Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy Clique |
| And Lil' Weezy I know you planted the seed |
| And when it comes I know you gon' name it after me |
| I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' me |
| From these guns, round the white |
| And puttin' that iron on another nigga son |
| And tellin' me that I can be all gravy |
| And tellin' me that I could save this nigga Baby |
| And if you don’t believe me playa I put it on that '99 big body Benz |
| And the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to win |
| Playboy you could believe that |
| How You Love That Boy |
| Hah Nigga, How You Love That Playa |
| Tell Me nigga, How You Love That Playa |
| Hah Nigga, How You Love That Playa |
| It’s all gravy baby |
| Nigga been havin' shit nigga |
| Ridin' flossin' before we did all this shit nigga |
| Living in million dollar homes nigga |
| Everybody in my clique ride on chrome nigga |
| I don’t make no nigga wait for shit |
| Once we want it we gon' get that shit |
| Playboy you could believe that |