| (Verse 1) | |
| Struggle til you bubble, hustle til you make your money double | |
| Triple, quadruple, it's crucial out here | |
| Business as usual, we'll shoot you | |
| Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you | |
| The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor | |
| One nigga breakin down chickens another nigga whippin raw | |
| One half of the click is hittin banks the other half is hittin stores | |
| We gettin more, paper, feds ain't seen no shit like this before | |
| They wanna hit us all and give us all double life | |
| But fuck em, we ride Benz's wit bubble lights and hustle white | |
| And hire Johnny Cochran, quick to fight the double strikes | |
| Any nigga mobbin wit this click must have his hustle right | |
| My dude did ten in the pen and didn't snitch | |
| So we gave him ten bricks to get on his feet again and breathe again | |
| Tossed the keys to a Benz, it's yo shit, he was a made man | |
| Part of a mafia organization who got | |
| (Hook) | |
| Money and the power, money and the power | |
| I'm mobbin wit my niggaz I got money and the power | |
| Money and the power, money and the power | |
| Full of drug dealas and killas who got money and the power | |
| Money and the power, money and the power | |
| No niggaz ever cross us we got money and the power | |
| Money and the power, money and the power | |
| A organization of bosses wit money and the power | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Get the money first, the power and the hoes come wit it | |
| Push ya powder, puff ya dro, come wit it | |
| Jackas and the police at yo do, come wit it | |
| Come to my dough, I come wit it, the gun split it, you gone get it | |
| And if you got a plan then run wit it, my niggaz done did it | |
| From many mansions to 6 huneds kitted | |
| And kick it wit atleast a hundred bitches | |
| Move a hundred bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it | |
| My niggaz get it straight from Guala Mala | |
| Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth bombers | |
| We take trips to the Bahamas with our baby mamas | |
| Then take trips to St. Thomas with our business patnas | |
| Oscar from Phoenix, Arizona got the cheapest, greenest marijauna | |
| Help me sew up each and every corner | |
| My workers sold weed, my other workers sold boy | |
| I'm tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls Royce, oh boy | |
| (Hook) | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| Go to jail, bail out, go to court, fight the case, beat it | |
| I walk out the court house conceited then repeated, weeded | |
| The cops can't believe it, the block I bleed it, the glock I squeeze it | |
| We plot strategic, pop and leave a nigga paraplegic | |
| Send yo Christmas carols to Jesus | |
| We operated like Pharoahs in Egypt | |
| The double barrel rip yo flesh and bone marrow to pieces | |
| Our thesis take money together, each fellow is even | |
| That means we all eatin, we call meetings | |
| Greetings wit bosses, any losses niggaz catch a hard beating | |
| The mob meetings at the four seasons | |
| Our mission fly them pies down to Chi-Town, N.Y, Detroit and Cleveland | |
| And have them East Coast boys grieving | |
| They sell em for 28, we sell em for 65, me and my boys scheming | |
| The blast the glock at cowards, drop like the towers | |
| Flood the block wit powder, we got the money and the power | |
| (Hook) |
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