(feat. Lil' O, Will-Lean, Ronnie Spencer)



[Ronnie Spencer]

Money and power, ooh



[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]

Money and power, fortune fame

These are the things that, fast life brings



[Lil' O]

Lil' O got rich, cause O got licks

Now I got chicks, piece and chain cost a brick

I ride around town, in my Benz talking shit

Waving at these haters, with my wrist frost bit

You faggot ass niggaz, ain't nothing to me

Talking bout you got hustle, but you bumping to me

Talking bout front me work, want some'ing for free

But wasn't none of y'all around, when I had nothing to eat

See this game's full of snakes, no one's credible

And everybody hungry, everyone look edible

But thinking I'm a meal, like I'm sloppy seconds fool

Or had me in your crib, with some killas wetting you

See I play the game raw, man I told you that

What made you think you can stop me, from folding stacks

I be striking on you niggaz, like you bowling back

And plus they say the strong survive, man I hold my gat man



[Hook]

Money and power, fortune fame

These are the things that, fast life brings

Money and power, fortune fame

Only the strongest, survive in the game



[E.S.G.]

Money power, fortune and fame

If you ain't true to this game, that don't mean a damn thang

Nigga peep the chain, the watch and ring

Niggaz swear to God I'm working, for a stock exchange

I refrain from the lame, and live my life realest

Four machines with screens, and Will-Lean the Chemist

The Fat Rat with the cheddar, got my back forever

Know the FED's have a fit, when they see us together

We three young niggaz, too advanced for these dumb niggaz

Lick hitters brick splitters, so fuck the crumb niggaz

Seen it all balling, with uneven chances

Hit the club niggaz staring, like my name was Steve Francis

Dropped S leer jets, exec's with techs

If you scream to the FED's, put a beam on your head

My beam ain't scared, kidnap your nieces

You can find 'em in the Gulf, sharks eating they pieces

Get closer to Jesus, when I come with my chopper

Swear I was possessed, like that bitch on Stigmata

Still doing what I gotta, E.S.G. ain't changed

Just the bank account nigga, and the record company name



[Hook]



[Will-Lean]

I got money and the power, dummies made of flowers

Kilos flaked up and baked up, by the hour

Riches and wealth, take it from a lyrical chef

You'll be a broke motherfucker, thinking miracles help

Get it yourself cause playa, I'm bringing the white

And if them FED's on my ass, then I'm changing the flight

Catch the snitch on the block, where he slanging at night

Bitch nigga spit shots, but ain't aiming 'em right

Claiming your life be shots, fuck the fortune and fame

Cause this feddy is more addictive, than more fiending caine

Scorching your brains, niggaz live they life by the gun

Money come quick, but go faster than it come

Rule number one, is all about respect

And rule number two, put it down for your set

Will-Lean the truth, and that pack techs that connect

Wrecking shop with E.S.G., now it's time to collect



[Hook x2]



[Ronnie Spencer]

Survive in the game, yeah

Money-money-money-money-money-money

Fortune and fame, hmmm talking bout money

Ooh talking bout money baby

These are, what the fast life brings

Money-money-money-money yeah

Talking bout money and power, oooh money

Money and power, Wreckshop know what I'm talking about

Yeah oooh, Money-money-money-money-money

Money and power, fortune and fame