Young Chop - Respect lyrics

[Produced by Young Chop and TM88] [Hook: Fredo Santana x2] Money, power, respect, that's all a n***a know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke Trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed [Verse 1: Lil Reese] All these fufu a** n***as, man just move around If staining up was a sport, I would be up, God damn! We ain't wifing these hoes, cause we don't give a damn Getting money was a sport, I would be up some fam Better stay up in your lane cause we don't give a damn My youngins with the sh**s, b**h we don't give a damn I say this 30 that I'm blowing it'll lay em down I keep my circle close cause I don't f** around [Hook: Fredo Santana x2] [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] I'm a real trap n***a, you can see it in my eyes I got weight, lot of grams, and I'm still selling bags I need a new connect, cause his prices getting high Threw some bands out at the factory, I'm just trying to get it back Get it back, get it back, hit the trap, I get it back I got workers in the back, and they're pushing all these packs God damn, God damn, I'm the man, girlfriend s** my dick, s** my dick, b**h you gotta do my mans Any stains any licks, you know I need ends Kick the door, lay you down, split the profit with my mans [Lil Reese] Aye Fredo you know, we getting it in Split the profit with my mans [Hook: Fredo Santana x2]