(Konan) Money and the power Money and the power I'll make your cap drip like you're coming out the shower I'll let you duck and have you tryna' jump over the counter Body in the flowers when I pull the suttim' out my trouser And on the road I'm like the common cold I have a prick coughing You'll be like 'WOW' like Fix Dot'M I'll turn your lights out when the sticks popping Got a mean Dottie like Nick Cotton Got your chicks watching cos my sh**'s flossing My Cartier Girard this sh**'s tick tocking I want cheese he wants beef So he got corned call it a mixed topping I move light and dark like I'm light skinned I move light in a flash like a siren I let 5 scream if you f**ing with my team You'll see Kone in the bag like a ice cream In the front seat, one nine like I'm 19 Cos the haters want me in a box like RibeNA! I'mma turn this whole place into a crime scene Put your head in *................* I can see through him like I'm looking through the gla** He's an actor so I put him in the cast I put techs in your mouth thats my specialty My gun (bukumm) like a referee (Cash) I ain't tryna know what the gov's on When it's riding time I got the gloves on Cash when I bang off the snub don It will make your body move like a club song Talking like you squeeze on pumps Your gun don't beat like nuns Cash clap sticks better know if I squeeze on dons I'll make them hold teeth like gums Mi nuh care where you come from Country or London If you got funds I'll run up, long jump No sawn off, run up on him with the long pump Ratatat KABOOM! Leave him with one lung I don't need to ask n***as know what my dons on When he's in the whip with the stick and the TomTom When you see the car start up, it's on son I fill your smart car up with dumbdumbs I don't just punchline rap On road n***as know I let my gun climax Hit em with the dot dot I make the c*nt slide back Burning with the Mac call it the sunshine strap My aim be splendid T I'll send it, like a text message but it won't be pending Light your chest up like Mr T's pendant Got the Dot round here no Eastenders (Krept) You n***as say you buy straps but your broke kids My n***as got bread for them toasters I can slug you in the eye, know this Now you can part see, Moses If it's really on, turn the mizzy on The click's bananas I'm Diddy Kong Might wig a don, two p might hit cops (what else?) Rap a fed, Rick Ross When it draws back, hit him in his drawback When the slug hit him, kip him, Snorlax Talk smack get clap inna ya own 'ouse Rata! Let it slap now your blowowww Them man seh they got metal like a junkyard But they won't let sh** out like a plunger Talk hard now till I slug ya I bet they will change like a puncher p**y motherf**ers think they oh so bad But they p**y undercover, p**no mags Auto slap, I'm handing out sweets Lick shots at random from round trees They wanna spray me cah they want I drop but nuttin for that hayfever Suttin' that will bun into my brain, shisha Not A Squeezy man's a Squeezer