E.S.G. - Money & Power lyrics

(Ronnie Spencer) Money and power, ooh [Hook: Ronnie Spencer] Money and power, fortune fame These are the things that, fast life brings [Lil' O] Lil' O got rich, cause O got licks Now I got chicks, piece and chain cost a brick I ride around town, in my Benz talking sh** Waving at these haters, with my wrist frost bit You f*ggot a** n***az, ain't nothing to me Talking bout you got hustle, but you bumping to me Talking bout front me work, want some'ing for free But wasn't none of y'all around, when I had nothing to eat See this game's full of snakes, no one's credible And everybody hungry, everyone look edible But thinking I'm a meal, like I'm sloppy seconds fool Or had me in your crib, with some k**as wetting you See I play the game raw, man I told you that What made you think you can stop me, from folding stacks I be striking on you n***az, like you bowling back And plus they say the strong survive, man I hold my gat man [Hook] Money and power, fortune fame These are the things that, fast life brings Money and power, fortune fame Only the strongest, survive in the game [E.S.G.] Money power, fortune and fame If you ain't true to this game, that don't mean a damn thang n***a peep the chain, the watch and ring n***az swear to God I'm working, for a stock exchange I refrain from the lame, and live my life realest Four machines with screens, and Will-Lean the Chemist The Fat Rat with the cheddar, got my back forever Know the FED's have a fit, when they see us together We three young n***az, too advanced for these dumb n***az Lick hitters brick splitters, so f** the crumb n***az Seen it all balling, with uneven chances Hit the club n***az staring, like my name was Steve Francis Dropped S leer jets, exec's with techs If you scream to the FED's, put a beam on your head My beam ain't scared, kidnap your nieces You can find 'em in the Gulf, sharks eating they pieces Get closer to Jesus, when I come with my chopper Swear I was possessed, like that b**h on Stigmata Still doing what I gotta, E.S.G. ain't changed Just the bank account n***a, and the record company name [Hook] [Will-Lean] I got money and the power, dummies made of flowers Kilos flaked up and baked up, by the hour Riches and wealth, take it from a lyrical chef You'll be a broke motherf**er, thinking miracles help Get it yourself cause playa, I'm bringing the white And if them FED's on my a**, then I'm changing the flight Catch the snitch on the block, where he slanging at night b**h n***a spit shots, but ain't aiming 'em right Claiming your life be shots, f** the fortune and fame Cause this feddy is more addictive, than more fiending caine Scorching your brains, n***az live they life by the gun Money come quick, but go faster than it come Rule number one, is all about respect And rule number two, put it down for your set Will-Lean the truth, and that pack techs that connect Wrecking shop with E.S.G., now it's time to collect [Hook - 2x] (Ronnie Spencer) Survive in the game, yeah Money-money-money-money-money-money Fortune and fame, hmmm talking bout money Ooh talking bout money baby These are, what the fast life brings Money-money-money-money yeah Talking bout money and power, oooh money Money and power, Wreckshop know what I'm talking about Yeah oooh, Money-money-money-money-money Money and power, fortune and fame