Текст и перевод песни B-Eazy - Money & Power (feat. D.G.)

Money & Power (feat. D.G.)

Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power

Money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
Got to get it
Money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
All these bitches
Money, power
Smoking chower
Money, power
All these fucking fake haters
Money, power

Ok, they call DG, I'm out the middle of the map
STL what is up
Got myself a palace, down in Dallas bout to level up
Had to keep it moving, surround myself with made men
Sometimes the place you raised in
Can be the place they caged you in
Coming up from nothing, we was living off of pays then
Cards I was dealt was blue, like a game of Phase Ten
Money & the power, please believe I got the blueprint
I give the world my two cents, you might know what the truth is
This hustle never sleep, keep a stash & be discreet
Don't relax & don't be cheap
Double up & just repeat
Keep a gat, just for the weak
Everybody got to get it, yeah the money & the power

Money, power, fucking chower
Searching all for this shit, shit is power
My man got to, got to man his
Shit, the world done changed
It a grim future calling us back
Where's the raw talent
Where we all real rappers want
Rumble, jumble, rappers busy
He ain't trying to get shot
And you're sitting on the talent, and you barely get by
Too much fake hoes impress to say hi & goodbye
You've been realer to myself
I don't need your advice
They say you left for the hood, and you never been back
What part of the game is that
Shit, I don't understand
Still writing all my shit
I been steady with runts
If you didn't drill shit
You don't carry them guns
Simon says what you seen, man
It's what you've become
I've been blinded with my eyes
Rich & player as fuck
Vision twenty twenty-one everywhere you turn
Nowadays competition jealousy & rut
Even want the money, power
So they sell their soul
Living all their fake life, what you trying to become
On the Instagram acting like you the fucking King
Nigga, man what the fuck man
You either got it, if you ain't got it
Money, power gone to speak for itself, man
All these fucking fine bitches gone to feel it, too

Money, power, money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
Got to hustle
Money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
Money, power
Smoking chower

Money & Power (feat. D.G.)

Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power
Money, power

Money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
Got to get it
Money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
All these bitches
Money, power
Smoking chower
Money, power
All these fucking fake haters
Money, power

Ok, they call DG, I'm out the middle of the map
STL what is up
Got myself a palace, down in Dallas bout to level up
Had to keep it moving, surround myself with made men
Sometimes the place you raised in
Can be the place they caged you in
Coming up from nothing, we was living off of pays then
Cards I was dealt was blue, like a game of Phase Ten
Money & the power, please believe I got the blueprint
I give the world my two cents, you might know what the truth is
This hustle never sleep, keep a stash & be discreet
Don't relax & don't be cheap
Double up & just repeat
Keep a gat, just for the weak
Everybody got to get it, yeah the money & the power

Money, power, fucking chower
Searching all for this shit, shit is power
My man got to, got to man his
Shit, the world done changed
It a grim future calling us back
Where's the raw talent
Where we all real rappers want
Rumble, jumble, rappers busy
He ain't trying to get shot
And you're sitting on the talent, and you barely get by
Too much fake hoes impress to say hi & goodbye
You've been realer to myself
I don't need your advice
They say you left for the hood, and you never been back
What part of the game is that
Shit, I don't understand
Still writing all my shit
I been steady with runts
If you didn't drill shit
You don't carry them guns
Simon says what you seen, man
It's what you've become
I've been blinded with my eyes
Rich & player as fuck
Vision twenty twenty-one everywhere you turn
Nowadays competition jealousy & rut
Even want the money, power
So they sell their soul
Living all their fake life, what you trying to become
On the Instagram acting like you the fucking King
Nigga, man what the fuck man
You either got it, if you ain't got it
Money, power gone to speak for itself, man
All these fucking fine bitches gone to feel it, too

Money, power, money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
Got to hustle
Money, power
And I'm wanting money, power
Money, power
Smoking chower