Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money & Power, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Godzilla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Money & Power |
Struggle til you bubble, hustle til you make your money double |
Triple, quadruple, it’s crucial out here |
Business as usual, we’ll shoot you |
Pistol whip abuse you, that’s what the loot do, killa salute you |
The feeling’s mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor |
One nigga breakin down chickens another nigga whippin raw |
One half of the click is hittin banks the other half is hittin stores |
We gettin more, paper, feds ain’t seen no shit like this before |
They wanna hit us all and give us all double life |
But fuck em, we ride Benz’s wit bubble lights and hustle white |
And hire Johnny Cochran, quick to fight the double strikes |
Any nigga mobbin wit this click must have his hustle right |
My dude did ten in the pen and didn’t snitch |
So we gave him ten bricks to get on his feet again and breathe again |
Tossed the keys to a Benz, it’s yo shit, he was a made man |
Part of a mafia organization who got |
Money and the power, money and the power |
I’m mobbin wit my niggas I got money and the power |
Money and the power, money and the power |
Full of drug dealas and killas who got money and the power |
Money and the power, money and the power |
No niggas ever cross us we got money and the power |
Money and the power, money and the power |
A organization of bosses wit money and the power |
Get the money first, the power and the hoes come wit it |
Push ya powder, puff ya dro, come wit it |
Jackas and the police at yo do, come wit it |
Come to my dough, I come wit it, the gun split it, you gone get it |
And if you got a plan then run wit it, my niggas done did it |
From many mansions to 6 huneds kitted |
And kick it wit atleast a hundred bitches |
Move a hundred bridnicks with the quickness, that’s how we live it |
My niggas get it straight from Guala Mala |
Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth bombers |
We take trips to the Bahamas with our baby mamas |
Then take trips to St. Thomas with our business patnas |
Oscar from Phoenix, Arizona got the cheapest, greenest marijauna |
Help me sew up each and every corner |
My workers sold weed, my other workers sold boy |
I’m tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls Royce, oh boy |
Go to jail, bail out, go to court, fight the case, beat it |
I walk out the court house conceited then repeated, weeded |
The cops can’t believe it, the block I bleed it, the Glock I squeeze it |
We plot strategic, pop and leave a nigga paraplegic |
Send yo Christmas carols to Jesus |
We operated like Pharoahs in Egypt |
The double barrel rip yo flesh and bone marrow to pieces |
Our thesis take money together, each fellow is even |
That means we all eatin, we call meetings |
Greetings wit bosses, any losses niggas catch a hard beating |
The mob meetings at the four seasons |
Our mission fly them pies down to Chi-Town, N. Y, Detroit and Cleveland |
And have them East Coast boys grieving |
They sell em for 28, we sell em for 65, me and my boys scheming |
The blast the Glock at cowards, drop like the towers |
Flood the block wit powder, we got the money and the power |