Fredo Santana, Lil Reese - Respect lyrics

Money, power, respect
That’s all a nigga know
I got junkies at my door
I sell a lot of coke
So much dope, so much coke
Trapping can’t get old
It’s that real trap music
Man don’t get exposed money, power, respect
That’s all a nigga know
I got junkies at my door
I sell a lot of coke
So much dope, so much coke
Trapping can’t get old
It’s that real trap music
Man don’t get exposed

All these fufu ass niggas
Man just move around
If staining up was a sport, I would be up
God damn! We ain’t wifing these hoes
Cause we don’t give a damn
Getting money was a sport
I would be up some fam
Better stay up in your lane cause
We don’t give a damn
My youngins with the shit's
Bitch we don’t give a damn
I say this 30 that I'm
Blowing it'll lay em down
I keep my circle close cause
I don’t fuck around

Money, power, respect
That’s all a nigga know
I got junkies at my door
I sell a lot of coke
So much dope, so much coke
Trapping can’t get old
It’s that real trap music
Man don’t get exposed money, power, respect
That’s all a nigga know
I got junkies at my door
I sell a lot of coke
So much dope, so much coke
Trapping can’t get old
It’s that real trap music
Man don’t get exposed

I’m a real trap nigga
You can see it in my eyes
I got weight, lot of grams
And I'm still selling bags
I need a new connect
Cause his prices getting high
Threw some bands out at the factory
I’m just trying to get it back
Get it back, get it back, hit the trap
I get it back i got workers in the back
And they’re pushing all these packs
God damn, God damn, I’m the man, girlfriend
Suck my dick, suck my dick
Bitch you gotta do my mans
Any stains any licks, you know I need ends
Kick the door, lay you down
Split the profit with my mans
Aye Reese what up man
Aye Fredo you know, we getting it in
Aye Reese split the profit with my mans
300

Money, power, respect
That’s all a nigga know
I got junkies at my door
I sell a lot of coke
So much dope, so much coke
Trapping can’t get old
It’s that real trap music
Man don’t get exposed money, power, respect
That’s all a nigga know
I got junkies at my door
I sell a lot of coke
So much dope, so much coke
Trapping can’t get old
It’s that real trap music
Man don’t get exposed