(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 %#@!
Waving at these haters, with my wrist frost bit
You !@$)got $$# ^!$$%z, 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 ^!$$%z, 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

^!$$% peep the chain, the watch and ring
^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z, too advanced for these dumb ^!$$%z
Lick hitters brick splitters, so $#&@ the crumb ^!$$%z
Seen it all balling, with uneven chances

Hit the club ^!$$%z 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 (*##$ on Stigmata
Still doing what I gotta, E.S.G. ain't changed
Just the bank account ^!$$%, 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 mother$#&@er, thinking miracles help
Get it yourself cause playa, I'm bringing the white

And if them FED's on my $$#, then I'm changing the flight
Catch the snitch on the block, where he slanging at night
(*##$ ^!$$% spit shots, but ain't aiming 'em right

Claiming your life be shots, $#&@ the fortune and fame
Cause this feddy is more addictive, than more fiending caine
Scorching your brains, ^!$$%z 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