Dave East, Harry Fraud, Jim Jones - Money or Power lyrics
[Dave East, Harry Fraud, Jim Jones - Money or Power lyrics]
Back the 40 out in FootLocker
The mall'll panic
Painted the 'Rari pomegranate
It was hard to manage
Double dutchin' with this paper
Like we jumpin' rope gemstar razor
Couple flavors in them bubble coats
My passion make me work
Know that grass feel different
When you get tackled on turf
Just pay me back by the first
I feel like Bone Thugs, I felt like Pablo
Had my own drugs
Borrowed every hammer from Shooter
Fuck who he don't love
I felt like Dolla Bill in Player's Club
I want my own club
The systеm tried to move us
But we won't budgе
Not to avoid them niggas that I don't love
Drizzy sent me a coat
Then Yeezy sent me his Boost
Then J cole sent me his shoes
I got ties with the idols in this shit
If I hit your wife on camera
I'm goin' viral with your bitch
Moonwalkin' with a Glock
I feel like Michael with the stick
I got this chick that move
Just like Griselda Blanco
I told her just me and Capo, open the door
(Open the door)
It ain't one reporter who took
A very long at Hoffa
Suggesting that in a choice
Between power and money
You'll always choose power
But if it came any question
Of power as against money
Certainly I would select power
Nobody in this country, respects what we do
What we have made
If Harlem had a king that'd be a no-brainer
(Jones said that)
Pour the water from the base
Through an old strainer (Strainer)
Start talking 'bout that base
I mean that cocaina (Aye)
If I'm drawin' at your face
But I ain't a painter (Shoot that shit up)
Just like Picasso, nigga
I could make the picture vivid
(You see that?)
Young with the guns I remember
Takin' pictures with it
I been critically acclaimed, nigga
You just a critic
I got that special recipe when
I whip the brick (Whip it)
Some use a microwave or put
It on the stovetop (Mm)
Now you stuffin' your pockets
You might pop up with a froze watch
Nigga, fuck all the coppers
I curse at 'em through my rose top (Fuck)
They know if I jump in the booth
That every verse of my flows hot (Sizzlin')
Fire, nigga, hot like when lavas drippin'
(Uh, huh) had all the Mike's
Still wanted to buy the Pippen's
(I'm greedy) i'm good with the bangin'
Hop out and I started clipping 'em
(Gah, gah, gah) i'm better with a chick on
My side, in my ride, we dippin' soon
Chill out, I don't think you seen no killin'
Shorty (You ain't seen shit)
I had them niggas that kill
All in-front your buildin', shorty
(Watch) you know the drill
Ferrari wheels when I'm feelin' sporty (Huh)
They call me a moreno but I'm still a Bori'
Huh (But I'm still a Bori')
Yeah, we lived in a basement
Facing this magnificent building here
And we were broke, I had no money
So the amount of money we have today
And bars would be called the pipes
But because we can actually solve
Because we do have an organization
That is perfect to handle
Every situation that comes in in front of me
They can command respect
The mall'll panic
Painted the 'Rari pomegranate
It was hard to manage
Double dutchin' with this paper
Like we jumpin' rope gemstar razor
Couple flavors in them bubble coats
My passion make me work
Know that grass feel different
When you get tackled on turf
Just pay me back by the first
I feel like Bone Thugs, I felt like Pablo
Had my own drugs
Borrowed every hammer from Shooter
Fuck who he don't love
I felt like Dolla Bill in Player's Club
I want my own club
The systеm tried to move us
But we won't budgе
Not to avoid them niggas that I don't love
Drizzy sent me a coat
Then Yeezy sent me his Boost
Then J cole sent me his shoes
I got ties with the idols in this shit
If I hit your wife on camera
I'm goin' viral with your bitch
Moonwalkin' with a Glock
I feel like Michael with the stick
I got this chick that move
Just like Griselda Blanco
I told her just me and Capo, open the door
(Open the door)
It ain't one reporter who took
A very long at Hoffa
Suggesting that in a choice
Between power and money
You'll always choose power
But if it came any question
Of power as against money
Certainly I would select power
Nobody in this country, respects what we do
What we have made
If Harlem had a king that'd be a no-brainer
(Jones said that)
Pour the water from the base
Through an old strainer (Strainer)
Start talking 'bout that base
I mean that cocaina (Aye)
If I'm drawin' at your face
But I ain't a painter (Shoot that shit up)
Just like Picasso, nigga
I could make the picture vivid
(You see that?)
Young with the guns I remember
Takin' pictures with it
I been critically acclaimed, nigga
You just a critic
I got that special recipe when
I whip the brick (Whip it)
Some use a microwave or put
It on the stovetop (Mm)
Now you stuffin' your pockets
You might pop up with a froze watch
Nigga, fuck all the coppers
I curse at 'em through my rose top (Fuck)
They know if I jump in the booth
That every verse of my flows hot (Sizzlin')
Fire, nigga, hot like when lavas drippin'
(Uh, huh) had all the Mike's
Still wanted to buy the Pippen's
(I'm greedy) i'm good with the bangin'
Hop out and I started clipping 'em
(Gah, gah, gah) i'm better with a chick on
My side, in my ride, we dippin' soon
Chill out, I don't think you seen no killin'
Shorty (You ain't seen shit)
I had them niggas that kill
All in-front your buildin', shorty
(Watch) you know the drill
Ferrari wheels when I'm feelin' sporty (Huh)
They call me a moreno but I'm still a Bori'
Huh (But I'm still a Bori')
Yeah, we lived in a basement
Facing this magnificent building here
And we were broke, I had no money
So the amount of money we have today
And bars would be called the pipes
But because we can actually solve
Because we do have an organization
That is perfect to handle
Every situation that comes in in front of me
They can command respect