Power

LETRA

Power

We can talk about money, power
We can talk about clothes
We can talk about mackin' bitches
We can talk about flows
Who can f*** wit it?
Who can f*** wit it?

We can talk about money, power
We can talk about gats
We can talk about slangin' dope for hours
Man let's talk about that
Who can f*** wit it?
Jump out the curb and I had to blast
Eight-ball in the corner of a grocery bag
Cocaine, white bitch, with a steroid ass
Said she got the fake titties for a real ni***
That's why I'm still witcha
Told her "Baby girl, I just wanna build witcha"
I'm rich but I still deal witcha
So fresh, so clean, take a still picture
Took a couple pills and it made me sicker
Blunt after blunt 'til I can't remember
Made a four-course meal and it ain't November
Rap like Jesus, boy and it ain't December
Fig Side, Hoover Street gang member
Short, fat ni*** with a short temper
Telescope
Give that f*** boy a temper
Snipe his pimple, red dot, red dot, makes it simple
No love shown, I ain't sentimental
Man I write right to the instrumental
Bad little bitch in the driver seat
Her range, no tint, high as me
Still haven't met a ni*** get high as we
Natural leaf, with an ounce of tree
Smoke that real with a half of
Sour dies, this OG, get so high we don't need feet
Ball so hard we don't need cleats

We can talk about money, power
We can talk about clothes
We can talk about mackin' bitches
We can talk about flows
Who can f*** wit it?
Who can f*** wit it?

Baby girl (hum) girl on my dick huh
All cause a little shit that I kick huh
She know a ni*** real, y'all
Got a tough FILA hoe just pick one
Rubber on, balls deep when I skeet, skeet
Two tits, my dick, that's 3D
Had a little nurse chick, drove a CC
She
Ms. Sanchez, ScHoolboy [?] on campus
I should major in giving hoes the business
Them [?] in the Fendi
Who f*** wit it? (uhh)
Racket out, tennis game
Gon' f*** around and see me with Serena mane
My mind on Venus, and her mind on penis
Nigga, and I mean this
Flow be the meanest
Flow be the cleanest
Flow be the purist
Flow so wavy
Niggas try to catch the currents
I'm burning, bitch why is you staring?
Prolly cause
We can talk about money, power
We can talk about clothes
We can talk about mackin' bitches
We can talk about flows
Who can f*** wit it?
Who can f*** wit it?

I say hands in the air for a millionaire
Hands in the air for a millionaire
Whatcha talkin' man?
Only hit it one time, don't call her man