You know I'd rather have the power
Really want respect
Money don't sleep but I take 3 hours to rest
I'm just waking up, I hear niggas talking down on me
I don't know your mans, I ain't trying to be a aroundn homie
Walking in the bank, I smell like I got a pound on me
She said I'm the shit, I ain't even got no brown on me
I be fresh as hell, and I look like I'm the man
Told my bitch just dick with you but don't be stingy with your friends
She say BEY what's O P A, told her other people's ass
She say boy you play too much, I'm like come here let me grab
I put lil baby on the right track
Elevate the way she play them streets and send her right back
She think I be playing mind games but I ain't like that
I don't even play my Xbox shit, I don't play at all
I play a bitch, drop off dick, then forget to call
They say that they love me, I'm like that ain't what I feel at all
I can't cry about it, use my hands to try and get involved
I be plotting on my next bucket for I get the ball
Now I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from out my stasis, I pick right up where I left
I'd rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
Niggas hear my rhymes and often get offended
But I ain't mean no harm, and always none intended
But that gossip make them blind, and poison niggas' minds
Gotta keep your eyes on them, better click you from behind
Hope my homies still my homie when I get the bag
I done seen the closest niggas turn for a decent lash
I done seen a faithful bitch cheat to make her nigga mad
Watched A preacher turn his back on God, he need that evil cash
I be trying to keep my niggas near me, blood I got the plan
They be trying to turn us on ourselves, they want the upper hand
I feel 'em trying to trick me off my spot so they can snake my mans
I hope soon this dog keep you slithered, that he up and blam
Now I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep, but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep, but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
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You know I'd rather have the power
Really want respect
Money don't sleep but I take 3 hours to rest
I'm just waking up, I hear niggas talking down on me
I don't know your mans, I ain't trying to be a aroundn homie
Walking in the bank, I smell like I got a pound on me
She said I'm the shit, I ain't even got no brown on me
I be fresh as hell, and I look like I'm the man
Told my bitch just dick with you but don't be stingy with your friends
She say BEY what's O P A, told her other people's ass
She say boy you play too much, I'm like come here let me grab
I put lil baby on the right track
Elevate the way she play them streets and send her right back
She think I be playing mind games but I ain't like that
I don't even play my Xbox shit, I don't play at all
I play a bitch, drop off dick, then forget to call
They say that they love me, I'm like that ain't what I feel at all
I can't cry about it, use my hands to try and get involved
I be plotting on my next bucket for I get the ball
Now I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from out my stasis, I pick right up where I left
I'd rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
Niggas hear my rhymes and often get offended
But I ain't mean no harm, and always none intended
But that gossip make them blind, and poison niggas' minds
Gotta keep your eyes on them, better click you from behind
Hope my homies still my homie when I get the bag
I done seen the closest niggas turn for a decent lash
I done seen a faithful bitch cheat to make her nigga mad
Watched A preacher turn his back on God, he need that evil cash
I be trying to keep my niggas near me, blood I got the plan
They be trying to turn us on ourselves, they want the upper hand
I feel 'em trying to trick me off my spot so they can snake my mans
I hope soon this dog keep you slithered, that he up and blam
Now I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep, but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep, but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
Really want respect
Money don't sleep but I take 3 hours to rest
I'm just waking up, I hear niggas talking down on me
I don't know your mans, I ain't trying to be a aroundn homie
Walking in the bank, I smell like I got a pound on me
She said I'm the shit, I ain't even got no brown on me
I be fresh as hell, and I look like I'm the man
Told my bitch just dick with you but don't be stingy with your friends
She say BEY what's O P A, told her other people's ass
She say boy you play too much, I'm like come here let me grab
I put lil baby on the right track
Elevate the way she play them streets and send her right back
She think I be playing mind games but I ain't like that
I don't even play my Xbox shit, I don't play at all
I play a bitch, drop off dick, then forget to call
They say that they love me, I'm like that ain't what I feel at all
I can't cry about it, use my hands to try and get involved
I be plotting on my next bucket for I get the ball
Now I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from out my stasis, I pick right up where I left
I'd rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
Niggas hear my rhymes and often get offended
But I ain't mean no harm, and always none intended
But that gossip make them blind, and poison niggas' minds
Gotta keep your eyes on them, better click you from behind
Hope my homies still my homie when I get the bag
I done seen the closest niggas turn for a decent lash
I done seen a faithful bitch cheat to make her nigga mad
Watched A preacher turn his back on God, he need that evil cash
I be trying to keep my niggas near me, blood I got the plan
They be trying to turn us on ourselves, they want the upper hand
I feel 'em trying to trick me off my spot so they can snake my mans
I hope soon this dog keep you slithered, that he up and blam
Now I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep, but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
I would rather have the power, I really want respect
The bitches chase me blood I be chasing after checks
You know that money don't sleep, but I take three hours to rest
And when I wake from all my stasis, I pick right up where I left
Writer: Andre Wright Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid