Big Tymers - Money & Power lyrics

[Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)] If you could be me for an hour Have Money and Power Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower You Would love that (Hot, Hot) You Would love that (Hot, Hot) [Baby:] Nugga ge yo sh** together Tell the homeboys, we gone shine in the rainy weather Strap up we gon' ride tonight Cause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight And my Rollies with my bezzel speak through the ice Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold head lights Man, I'm on an all night flight Worth about a millie on a silly night On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night Playboy and my game be tight I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace Or my momma Gladys or my sister Noreese Man half of my family already deceased But this baller life don't mean nothin' to me Playa if I can't share it with my muthaf**in' family I'ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s And make all my hoes say the love me Fitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree's on my feet Ask 'Lac playboy if you don't believe me You better stay straped rollin' in the UPT Besides all these cars and all these broads Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a ki Playboy you could believe me [Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)] [Manny Fresh:] It was one summer night in the middle of June Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moon When this n***a croos the street start talkin' sh** Tellin' all his jive n***as that my music don't hit See I payed it no matter Every album gets hotter, than the last one partner What's ya real reason n***a, for hatin' me man Cause the b**h that ya wit', was datin' me man You bout hoe sh** Keep it on the down low sh** Hoe broke and lonely don't know sh** Usually Captain Kirk a b**h I'll rough a b**h 'Til she say, "I had enough sh**" I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracks Got ya Sony CD pumped up to the max You should be on Jerry Springer, 'cause n***a you the king of Hatin' on n***az that's keepin' it real Big Tymers had money before the record deal Uh, If f**in' music don't work n***a then I still got the wheels Hmm, How you diggin' that How you diggin' that How you diggin' that [Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)] [Baby:] I owe my dedication to my homeboy Manny Cause I'd probably still be in a penitentiery Or still sellin' yey on these dark city streets Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy Playboy this life is real to me I'm rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artillery All I can say s Fresh kept it real wit' me But I know my lil B.G. could feel me That's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my song n***a And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I bought 'em n***a But you the reason why I keep it real with n***az Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy Clique And Lil Weezy I know you planted the seed And when it come I know you gon' name it after me I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' me From these guns, round the white And puttin' that ron on another n***a son And tellin' me that I can be all gravy And tellin' me that I could save this n***a baby And if you don't believe me playa I put it on that 99 big body Benz And the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to win Playboy you could believe that How You Luv That Boy Hah n***a, How You Luv That Playa Tell Me n***a, How You Luv That Playa Hah n***a, How You Luv That Playa It's all gravy baby n***a been havin' sh** n***a Ridin' flossin' before we did all this sh** n***a Million dollar homes n***a Everybody in my clique ride on chrome n***a I don't make nah n***a wait for sh** Once we want it we gon' get that sh** Playboy you could believe that