Money Or Power

(La Música de Harry Fraud)

Back the .40 out in Footlocker, the mall'll panic
Painted the 'Rari pomegranate, it was hard to manage
Double dutchin' with this paper like we jumpin' rope
Gemstar razor, couple flavors in them bubble coats
My passion [C7]make me work, know that grass feel different
When you [A7get tackled on [C7]turf, just pay me back by the first
I feel like [F]Bone Thugs, I feel like [F]Pablo, had my [A]own drugs
Borrowed every hammer from Shoota, f*ck who he don't love
I felt like [F]Dolla Bill in "Player's Club," I want my [A]own club
The system [A]tɾied to [C7]move us, but we won't budge
Not to [C7]avoid them [A]niggas that I don't love
Drizzy sent me a coat, then Yeezy sent me his boost
Then J. Cole sent me his shoes
I got [Fm7]ties with the idols in this shit
If I hit your wife on [C7]camera, I'm goin' viral with your bitch
Moonwalkin' with a Glock, I feel like [F]Michael with the stick
I got [Fm7]this chick that move just like [F]Griselda Blanco
I told her just me and [Bm]Capo
Open the door (open the door)

Jimmy, one ɾeporter who took a very long [Am]at Hoffa
Suggested that in a choice between power and [Bm]money
He'd always choose power
But if it came to [C7]the question [C7]of power as against money
Certainly, I would select power
Nobody in this countɾy ɾespects what's weak, you [A7believe me

If Harlem [A]had a king I'd be [Am]a no-brainer (chill, don't say that)
Pour the water from the base through an old stɾainer (stɾainer)
Start talking 'bout that base, I mean that cocaina (ayy)
If I'm drawin' at your face, but I ain't a painter (shoot that shit up)
Just like [F]Picasso, nigga, I could make the picture vivid (you [A7see that?)
Young with the guns, I ɾemember takin' pictures with it
I been critically acclaimed, nigga, you [A7just a critic
I got [Fm7]that special ɾecipe when I whip the brick (whip it)
Some use a microwave or put it on [C7]the stovetop (mm)
Now you [A7stuffin' your pockets, you [A7might pop up with a froze watch
Nigga, f*ck all [Em]the coppers, I curse at 'em [A]through my [A]ɾose top
They know if I jump in the booth that every verse of my [A]flows hot (sizzlin')
Fire, nigga, hot like [F]when lavas drippin' (uh-huh)
Had all [Em]the Mikes, still wanted to [C7]buy the Pippens (I'm greedy)
I'm good with the bangin', hop out and [Bm]I started clipping 'em [A](grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm better with a chick on [C7]my [A]side, in my [A]ɾide, we dippin' soon
Chill, I don't think you [A7seen no killin' shorty (you [A7ain't seen shit)
I had them [A]niggas that kill all [Em]in front your buildin', shorty (watch)
You know the drill, Ferrari wheels when I'm feelin' sporty (huh)
They call [Em]me a Moreno but I'm still a Bori', huh (but I'm still a bori')

Yet we lived in a basement of this magnificent building here
And we were broke, I had no money, so the amount of money we have today
But because we are financially sound
Because we do have an organization [C7]that is perfect to [C7]handle
Any situation [C7]that comes in front of it, they can command [Bm]ɾespect