Money, Power, Respect Flow - Slim Thug, Killa Kyleon

First, you get the money

Then you get the power

Then you get the respect fucka

Aye… aye

My rims, stop, and go like a crossin guard

Cause I got stacks to the ceiling like Boston George

Plus I keep a awesome broad man I’m flossin hard

I know you niggas see the whips, parked across the yard

We ballin ova here but we don’t pass the rock

We pass the rock that keep you high as astronauts

I’ma roll a set of 4's, if they glass or not

For cats that plot?

I keep a cock, blasted Glock

That’ll put ya ass in shock, here my phone drop

I got tha, key to the city, the South on lock

They know, Ima spit a hit, when they cut the Mic on

And make niggas chunk bones like, its a fight song

I’m so magnificient, when it comes to this

But you don’t wanna box you betta get ya gun fa this

And you don’t wanna get, run up in ya lungs fa this

So you bitch ass niggas betta run from this (Killa!)

Money, power respect, drugs, violence and checks

Thats all assets that brings, Slim Thug checks

He sleep, next to techs and keep one eye open

Just in case some jackas attack us, Slim stay slopin

And, Slim stay hopin he can catch him a cheater

Pull out the heata give 'em sixteen shots in his wife beater

Blast one to the head, leavin all witnesses dead

Cause I ain’t tryin to visit wit the homicides or the feds

When you in the mob?

There ain’t nothin to it

And I know Its a dirty job but somebody gotta do it

Slim Thugga stay mob stylin, ask, D-One or C-Ward

They’ll vouch for the Boss And tell you that he hard

Ain’t shit bout me fraud Ima real nigga

When I got rich I bought bricks And brought the pies to dealas

To help 'em get up, they scrilla Who you kno mo' illa?

Then the Thrilla and Manilla You can ask that G, Killa

He’ll tell ya Everythang the Boss say, he display

Everyday, where he stay, I know you seen 'em round the way (Hey!)

I don’t know what you niggas thinkin or the name of the shit you drankin

Try to stop mah big bankin?

You gon’get found stankin

Nigga