Power Of The Dollar

Talking
Ya'll wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
This s**t right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigg*

Verse 1
Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
Frontin' and I'll clap your as* and leave you for dead son
who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover s**t
fk wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
scripted through the hit, for some paper and s**t
It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
Some talk s**t wit they ass, I see through them like glass
Popo lookin' for me, for some s**t I did in the past
If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
This rap s**t, I got it in smash, I'm built to last
Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)

Chorus: repeat 2X
You don't have to respect a nigg*, but respect his cash
Cause for the money, will murder that ass
I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)

Verse 2
nigg* don't you ever forget, I call the shots
I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops
I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot
Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Comin' up out the capsule spot
On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops
So my man got shot
In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block
I told him get them that cash, they murdered that ass
told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast
Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
Hit the three on his grass, the cattle said it got low fast
The kid who had it done was a crude fella
Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
We ain't know them, but now we know better
Not to fk with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
Believe that, now know that he's back

Chorus

Verse 3
I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
Parents warn their kids, about people like me
I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter
Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo)
50 Cent, don't get it fked up for greens, I for greens
Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it
I check and correct it, flow perfected
I make s**t hectic, I wreck s**t, nigg* check it
If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast
Respect a nigg* cash
My smile will rock to sleep, pack heat
fk the police, handle beef on the street
On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him
been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet s**t, but they ain't hit me
Word in the hood is 50, shifty
they don't want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt your as* alive