Prodigy X Boogz Boogetz - Money & Power lyrics

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Prodigy X Boogz Boogetz - Money & Power lyrics

[Verse 1: Boogz Boogetz] I told these hating n***as I'm a breath of fresh air I'm from Far Rock but you better think twice before you step here Smoking on that krill And that sh** so strong I call it d**h chair Man these Js so cold I ain't even gon' drop these sh**s 'til next year Swaggin' on these hoes but hold up All I spit is bars like I'm incarcerated They know that I'm the sh**, these n***as constipated Roley on my wrist and bet that charm amazing So if you ain't talking about money we ain't conversating Believe I got a fetish for them whips That be foreign, I be balling got these jealous n***as pissed In the hood and I'm good, oh no never will I switch Oh you mad 'cause my groupies looking better than your b**h n***a, back to the future up in the Delorian Got these b**hes following the car that they just saw me in Never will a n***a ever play me like accordians Run up and my goonies gonna be clapping like the audience [Hook: Boogz Boogetz & Prodigy] I told them they ain't in my lane though Sipping on that Henny let the game go These jealous n***as hope for my demise I can see it in they eyes n***a you know what I came for Respect, power, money, b**hes That's why these n***as furious they not getting Respect, power, money, shine That's why these n***as they be hating all the time [Verse 2: Prodigy] Hit up the labratory Spill my fire on these Wanna-bes, Don Ps got nothing on me Far enough, n***a tapped my whole sh** up Long chain, E & J, Hennessy, that's our stuff Pulling up in my hoopty Pockets full of that [?] You annoying as f**, stop snagging on my Coogi I bounce around the whole earth doing this Think it's a game 'til they in pain The whole world is a ghetto We run sh**, I'm getting blazed In London, Serbia Italia, my Mobb Deep we out ya Stop, don't get your little fanny popped Beat the f** up and he shot Hoe n***a your panties dropped p**y get wet, empty the whole thing Right there in broad day Get away real sweet, finish my rap Make me some more papes Buy me some more things Keeping them hating n***a f**ed in life You could never be this great I know it burns, cuts like a knife [Hook]