Money Or Power (feat. Jim Jones) (Radio Edit)
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La mΓΊsica de Harry Fraud
Back the .40 out in Foot Locker, 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 we don't love
I felt like Dolla Bill in players' club, I'm on my own club
The system tried to move us, but we won't budge
Learned 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
Jimmy, one reporter who took a very long look at Hoffa
Suggested that in a choice between power and money
He'd always choose power
But if it came to any question of power as against money
Certainly I would select power
Nobody in this country respects what's weak
You believe me
If Harlem had a king, that'd be a no-brainer (Chill, don't say that)
Pour the water from the base through an old strainer (Strainer)
Start talkin' 'bout the base, I mean a fuckin' 'Iena (Aight)
If I'm drawin' out your face, but I ain't a painter
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 Brita (Whip it)
Some use a microwave or put it on the stovetop
Now you stuffin' your pockets, you might pop up with a froze watch
Fuck all the coppers, I curse at 'em through my Rolls top
They know if I jump in the booth that
Every verse in my flows hot (Sizzlin')
Fire, hot like when lava's drippin' (Uh-huh)
Had all the mics, still wanted to buy the Pippens
I'm good with the bangin', hop out and I'll slide a clip in
I'm better with a chick on my side, in my ride, we dippin'
So chill, I don't think you see no
Killer, shorty (What you see, shorty?)
I had a nigga that kill all in front your building, shorty
You know the drill, Ferrari wheels when I'm feelin' sporty
They call me el moreno, but I'm still a bori, uh
If we lived in a basement instead of this magnificent building here
And we were broke and had no money instead of the money we have today
The employers would be prone to fight us
But because we are financially solid
Because we do have an organization that is equipped
To handle any situation that comes in front of us
They can command respect
Back the .40 out in Foot Locker, 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 we don't love
I felt like Dolla Bill in players' club, I'm on my own club
The system tried to move us, but we won't budge
Learned 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
Jimmy, one reporter who took a very long look at Hoffa
Suggested that in a choice between power and money
He'd always choose power
But if it came to any question of power as against money
Certainly I would select power
Nobody in this country respects what's weak
You believe me
If Harlem had a king, that'd be a no-brainer (Chill, don't say that)
Pour the water from the base through an old strainer (Strainer)
Start talkin' 'bout the base, I mean a fuckin' 'Iena (Aight)
If I'm drawin' out your face, but I ain't a painter
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 Brita (Whip it)
Some use a microwave or put it on the stovetop
Now you stuffin' your pockets, you might pop up with a froze watch
Fuck all the coppers, I curse at 'em through my Rolls top
They know if I jump in the booth that
Every verse in my flows hot (Sizzlin')
Fire, hot like when lava's drippin' (Uh-huh)
Had all the mics, still wanted to buy the Pippens
I'm good with the bangin', hop out and I'll slide a clip in
I'm better with a chick on my side, in my ride, we dippin'
So chill, I don't think you see no
Killer, shorty (What you see, shorty?)
I had a nigga that kill all in front your building, shorty
You know the drill, Ferrari wheels when I'm feelin' sporty
They call me el moreno, but I'm still a bori, uh
If we lived in a basement instead of this magnificent building here
And we were broke and had no money instead of the money we have today
The employers would be prone to fight us
But because we are financially solid
Because we do have an organization that is equipped
To handle any situation that comes in front of us
They can command respect