[Verse 1]
Eight figure, made n***a
Grave digger, wrist froze but the chain chiller
I put in that pain n***a, ya can’t figure
Workaholic, treat the shit like it’s my pain killer
I’m sick of n***as talking reckless like they on shit
I’m sick of n***as talking money like they own shit
I’m sick of carbon copy rappers, get ya own shit
I’m way too pretty for these hoes I need a Vouge bitch
This shit's in motion, I thought I told you
I’m rocking JPG, that's Autumn Winter ‘02
That 720, pulled that bitch right out the showroom
I could feel the pressure, but the pressure turn a man into a motherfucking mogul
Like fuck you think?
Like bitch primetime, ho take a seat
Like fuck is working to the bone till I’m extinct?
N***a fuck I look folding when the shit 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***as left to shit 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***a
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 motherfucker
[Verse 2]
And don’t approach me on no dumb shit
I can’t do the politics, these n***as on some sus shit
These hoes from my past keep talking bout some what it was shit
Super Bowl diamonds on the fingers when I clutch shit
And all them hoes is trigger fingers n***a we could buck shit
You ain't on no slick shit, leave 'em in the dust shit
I can't do the muscle, rather pull off Porscha truck shit
Diamonds snap a vertebrae, on made 'em keep it tucked shit
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***as 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***as on is on a t-shirt
Fake smiling all up in my face until they cheeks hurt
Whole time, them n***as grit they teeth, I bet they teeth 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 motherfucker