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letra de money, power, respect - killkurt

[verse 1]
eight figure, made n-gga
grave digger, wrist froze but the chain chiller
i put in that pain n-gga, ya can’t figure
workaholic, treat the sh-t like it’s my pain k!ller
i’m sick of n-ggas talking reckless like they on sh-t
i’m sick of n-ggas talking money like they own sh-t
i’m sick of carbon copy rappers, get ya own sh-t
i’m way too pretty for these hoes i need a vouge b-tch
this sh-t’s in motion, i thought i told you
i’m rocking jpg, that’s autumn winter ‘02
that 720, pulled that b-tch right out the showroom
i could feel the pressure, but the pressure turn a man into a motherf-cking mogul
like f-ck you think?
like b-tch primetime, ho take a seat
like f-ck is working to the bone till i’m extinct?
n-gga f-ck i look folding when the sh-t was right in reach
i could never take the safe route, i live for the thrill
i still got some tricks up in my sleeve i keep concealed
not a thing but money on my mind, i need a mill
i got way too many n-ggas left to sh-t on so i can’t afford to chill

[hook]
100k bound on the neck
i just want the money, and the power, and respect
i just want the money, and the power, and respect
i just, i just want the money, and the power, and respect n-gga
i just took the top down, slide with the set
i just want the money, and the power, and respect
i just want the money, and the power, and respect
i just, i just want the money, and the power, and respect motherf-cker
[verse 2]
and don’t approach me on no dumb sh-t
i can’t do the politics, these n-ggas on some sus sh-t
these hoes from my past keep talking bout some what it was sh-t
super bowl diamonds on the fingers when i clutch sh-t
and all them hoes is trigger fingers n-gga we could buck sh-t
you ain’t on no sl!ck sh-t, leave ’em in the dust sh-t
i can’t do the muscle, rather pull off porscha truck sh-t
diamonds snap a vertebrae, on made ’em keep it tucked sh-t
amg to pj to that gl like it’s nothing
i don’t know how many times i gotta tell ’em it won’t work
i don’t know how n-ggas figured they could switch, then hit reverse
i don’t get why the would bother tryna hit me for a verse
only time you’d catch me putting n-ggas on is on a t-shirt
fake smiling all up in my face until they cheeks hurt
whole time, them n-ggas grit they t–th, i bet they t–th hurt
no time, i pull off, make that porscha gt3 swerve
that money don’t stop, so why should i, you better keep up

[hook]

[outro]
i just want the money, and the power, and respect
i just want the money, and the power, and respect motherf-cker

- killkurt

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