Testo Money, Power, Respect

Money, power, respect
Leave a nigga wet if he fuckin' with that check
The shells I spit be ill, like it's venom in my flesh
Like solid, play a game who can count that shit the best
AK-47 snatch the soul out his chest
We aim up by the neck, give a fuck about the vest
Get shot like parasite 'cause they eat through your flesh
Try the grim reaper, do you wanna chill with death? (Ayy)
(Ayy) Wanna chill with death, just hop in and take a ride
Do shit broad day and every hour we gon' slide
Ain't nobody safe, better hope that you survive
Ridin' with my bitch, yeah, she Bonnie and I'm Clyde
Let a nigga try me, do him dirty, he need Tide
That boy he wasn't thinkin' with his brain and now he fried
When the choppa click, bitch, I turn the dogs behind
Bitch, you know I'm Chucky, gave the chopper to my bride
I'm not from this planet, [?] where worlds collide
Bitch, I got a radar and swords goin' through my eyes
Jump up in the spaceship, the doors they suicide
[?] in the world was raised by mines
Loadin' up that choppa 'cause we said it's time to eat
And they got a special power and it's called eternal sleep Bitch, I'm countin' dirty money like it came up out a creak
Every time this choppa shoot, that bitch sound just like me

Money, power, respect
Leave a nigga wet if he fuckin' with that check
The shells I spit be ill, like it's venom in my flesh
Like solid, play a game who can count that shit the best
AK-47 snatch the soul out his chest
We aim up by the neck, give a fuck about the vest
Get shot like parasite 'cause they eat through your flesh
Try the grim reaper, do you wanna chill with death? (Ayy)