Troy Ave - Money, Powder, Respect lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Lito] It's Lito, I'm sure you've probably heard it before If I ain't breaking the law, I'm blazing the [?] Got my money up, ironically my safe in the floor Stash full of racks, you'll think I'm building a store In the club making it pour, buckets of rose [?] full of hoes that can't pronounce the name of my clothes I hustle, moms think I'm getting money off shows But I'm still in the hood, with a duffle of O's While she out playing lotto, I'm paying Pablo 'Bout to get a Benz, but I want a Gallardo Stay humble, stay working, yea that's the motto And I could delete my Twitter, the Feds will still follow When you n***as was working, I was getting work in Block shaking like the a** on a b**h t**n' Brother need bail, and my b**h need a Birkin Wrist full of cuts, but y'all bum n***as hurtin [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Money, Powder Respect, it's the keys of life I bought my first kilo and said "Jesus Christ" Jesus with the cross, talking 'bout praising Drought gonna cost, sh**, I'm talking 'bout raising The price, neck full of ice Cold, young n***a hot temper take a life d**h want the crown, watch with the crown Time to get busy, get down or lay down with the crew BSB, Hoody Hoo No limit spender, what it cost boo? Im 'bout it, I'm the plug, street's my outlet In and out of town, made a stop at the outlet Night n***a, just do it I'm getting coke money, but I swore its just music On the low though, plenty photos Cheesing with the b**hes as a rapper But I'm a king cracker, dead man stacker New hundos, new hun's blow after I know what they after, before I lead you on Pull over your thong, once my nut bust They don't get a f**ing coin, ching-a-ling it's the players club poker Got a couple 9's and 4-5's for jokers Powder [Verse 3: Avon Blocksdale] Money, Powder, Respect from squeezing rounds from the tec Flex, I lift and aim and shoot you in the chest My baretta leave more holes than [?] Questions 'bout my crew, know we all lethal Blocksdale the illest when it comes to the chicks Keep a blip on my waist, don't let it bust in your face When it come to the [?] , stretch that Chrome 38 to protect that, respect that? Or the ruga leave your head where your neck at, f** harder I let the shot, your body drop, you shoulda duck smarter Like Tip I ain't got no time for no little flip, I need a brick Seventh series when I will, desert for the k** They say I won't survive in this game called rap n***a I ain't give a f**, I run the game called crack Violate an open palm, play a game called smack Advice to the haters, my knife really cut My gun really blazes, color be a stainless And I'm aiming where your brain is [Verse 4: King Sevin] Yea If I ain't f** with a n***a, I won't pretend to I'm always on point, sharper than a Ginsu, cut n***as short Talking all this money sh** Cause when I see 'em they broke, where all that money went? He ain't got it, you could look him in the eyes, these the same motherf**ers that be callin' for a ride But they talking all this bullsh**, Ricky Ross sh** Someone check his temperature, I think he lost it Type of n***a to get shot, get stabbed, but don't do nothing about it but get mad And get [?], I'm coming back fast LeBron James with the heat on me, and a black mask These n***as all a**, but what I'ma do now Talking all greasy till he's [?] than new now But I won't rest till you stretched like a rubber I ain't [?] no [?] till I violate your mother Motherf**er