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Dave East & Harry Fraud – Money Or Power Lyrics



(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Dave East]

Back the .40 out in FootLocker, the mall’ll panic

Painted the ‘Rari pomegranate, it was hard to manage

Double dutchin’ with this paper like we jumpin’ rope

Gemstar razor, couple flavors in them bubble coats

My passion make me work, know that grass feel different

When you get tackled on turf, just pay me back by the first

I feel like Bone Thugs, I felt like Pablo, had my own drugs

Borrowed every hammer from Shooter, fuck who he don’t love

I felt like Dolla Bill in Player’s Club, I want my own club

The systеm tried to move us but we won’t budgе

Not to avoid them niggas that I don’t love

Drizzy sent me a coat, then Yeezy sent me his Boost

Then J. Cole sent me his shoes, I got ties with the idols in this shit


If I hit your wife on camera, I’m goin’ viral with your bitch

Moonwalkin’ with a Glock, I feel like Michael with the stick

I got this chick that move just like Griselda Blanco

I told her just me and Capo, open the door (Open the door)


It ain’t one reporter who took a very long at Hoffa

Suggesting that in a choice between power and money

You’ll always choose power

But if it came any question [?]

Nobody in this country, respects what we do, what we have made

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

If Harlem had a king that’d be a no-brainer (Jones said that)

Pour the water from the base through an old strainer (Strainer)

Start talking ’bout that base, I mean that cocaina (Aye)

If I’m drawin’ at your face, but I ain’t a painter (Shoot that shit up)

Just like Picasso, nigga, I could make the picture vivid (You see that?)

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Young with the guns I remember takin’ pictures with it

I been critically acclaimed, nigga, you just a critic

I got that special recipe when I whip the brick (Whip it)

Some use a microwave or put it on the stovetop (Mm)

Now you stuffin’ your pockets, you might pop up with a froze watch

Nigga, fuck all the coppers, I curse at ’em through my rose top (Fuck [?])

They know if I jump in the booth that every verse of my flows hot (Sizzlin’)

Fire, nigga, hot like when lavas drippin’ (Uh-huh)

Had all the Mike’s, still wanted to buy the Pippen’s (I’m greedy)

I’m good with the bangin’, hop out and I started clipping ’em (Gah, gah, gah)

I’m better with a chick on my side, in my ride, we dippin’ soon

Chill out, I don’t think you seen no killin’, shorty (You ain’t seen shit)

I had them niggas that kill all in-front your buildin’, shorty (Watch)

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You know the drill, Ferrari wheels when I’m feelin’ sporty (Huh)

They call me a moreno but I’m still a Bori’, huh (But I’m still a Bori’)


Yeah, we lived down, facing this magnificent building here

And we were broke, I had no money, [?] the money we have today

And bars would be [?]

All because we have [?]

Because we do have an organization [?]

Took the [?] on every situation that [?]

[?] man of respect

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