Fredo Santana - Respect Feat. Lil Reese lyrics

rate me

Chorus: (x2)

Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dough, so much coke, traffic can't get old

It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed

All these fufu ass niggas

Man, just move around!

If staying up was a sport, I would be up, God damn!

We ain't wiping these hoes, cause we don't give a damn

Getting money was a sport, I would be up some...

Better stay up in your lane cause we don't give a damn!

My youngers with the sis, bitch we don't give a damn

I say the... that I'm going, get 'em... down

I keep myself close, cause they don't fuck around

Chorus: (x2)

Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dough, so much coke, traffic can't get old

It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed

I'm the real trap nigga, you can see it in my eyes

I got weight, lot of grands, and I still sell them back

I need a new connect, cause this place is getting hot

Threw some Benz 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 this path!

God damn, God damn, I'm the man, girlfriend

Suck my dick, suck my dick, bitch, you gonna do my man!

He stands and he licks, bitch, you gotta do my...

He stands and he licks, you know I need ins

Kick the dough, lay you down, split the profit with my mens

If you don't know it, we're getting in!

split the profit with my mens

Chorus: (x2)

Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dough, so much coke, traffic can't get old

It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed