Money & Power (feat. D.G.)

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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