Lyrics to Respect It
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If you don't have my money for me, I'll crack your fucking head wide open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm coming out of jail, you'll be coming out of you coma. And guess what. I'll just crack your fucking head open again.

When I ain't chillin, I'm killin, so there's no competition
A real nigga with money, that's one hell of a composition
Only costing me 5 make it look like it's 20
They say I look like my mama, I say I look my money
You can't tell me I ain't looking like a mother fucker million
Play my cards right now, I'm the mother fucker dealer
Got the LVO like a running rebel
2 Chain got a cross full of blue devil
No college and 9 to 5 but I'm a grinder
Not the kind of nigga who'd major in something minor
My shooters like a prooters they'll come and find ya
Keep everything I call you the summer timers
Truth be told, you niggas never told the truth
I'm guilty again, money and I show the proof
Buy a car like fast food, roll up to the booth
Then I order a new coop and tell 'em hold the roof

I get money by the seconds
Now I'm shining on the mount, yea, 24 7, yea
Trust nothing but your weapon
Get you're blowing, don't sleep
Like the city that I'm repping
Know a bad bitch is checking
Solo when I'm stepping
Fruit bolls when I step off
The bottles in my section yeah
Ain't no time, they give no stressing
Get it like I got mind and they all want respect uh

I had the crown for so long, can't put it up in the closet
I get millions of dollars, I make heavy deposits
You know the fans are maybe's, would probably let it go
But one who fathered your style, the body enter your flow
If your dope is a nine, it's hardly ever slow
I'm in Versace again probably head to toe
I keep my hands to myself but I know how to touch
You may say how to rap I say I know how to hustle
Tryna get wavy on me but I know how to brush you
And now you think you're the shit but I know how to flush you
Shhhh, quiet money off of loud packs
Watch out for producted today so wild cats
Kingpins turn to wild rats
When you get that paper work that's wild facts
I was raised on a hard block
Flip it twice get the drop then a hard top

I get money by the seconds
Now I'm shining on the mount, yea, 24 7, yea
Don't trust nothing but your weapon
Get you're blowing, don't sleep
Like the city that I'm repping
Know a bad bitch is checking
Solo when I'm stepping
Fruit bolls when I step off
The bottles in my section yeah
Ain't no time, they give no stressing
Get it like I got mind and they all want respect uh

Soon as my jewels hit, dozen models when I'm on my cool shit
Hundred thousand on this Thomas, too chic
Woke up to something, my head was stopped with a button
They never looked, just lobotomy
Now gave me act like they love 'em
I hate you suckas with a passion
Leave it to ugly, plug me in
I've come to win, kingpin with a mansion
Screams while I'm stepping through
Some kind of respect is due
Chief with the spear like they're selling news every queue
I'm on my higher power, I don't trust the soul
Put all my enemies together, I'm crushing the soul
First I need a statue then I need built in wall
Fligher than all that new shit and something old
Fuck you're steaming if it ain't about a demon
If you see me make mistakes I rather let you see me naked
Take a look at how I'm living, live my days of my last
Last time I was there, they were teaming the cash

I get money by the seconds
Now I'm shining on the mount, yea, 24 7, yea
Don't trust nothing but your weapon
Get you're blowing, don't sleep
Like the city that I'm repping
Know a bad bitch is checking
Solo when I'm stepping
Fruit bolls when I step off
The bottles in my section yeah
Ain't no time, they give no stressing
Get it like I got mind and they all want respect uh
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