F3dbaby - Power

Bet your dime on a dollar, my haters got them Shoppers, bad bitches in them pilers, rocking
Fendi and that Prada
Your baby mama lost, they say a real nigga got Her, that's why these haters watching
Me like the episode of Power

Bet your dime on a dollar, my haters got them Shoppers, bad bitches in them pilers, rocking
Fendi and that Prada
Your baby mama lost, they say a real nigga got Her, that's why these haters watching
Me like the episode of Power

I be on a mission with a Draco and a Fendi bat, If you don't shoot to kill, that's gon
Make my shooters really mad
I lost a lot of money gambling, but I ain't Looking back, making music, selling albums
No more cooking crack

We was in a bando, 95 Fahrenheit, them nosy Ass people in your business, call them Parasites
My crew be super deep, like the voice of Barry White, fuck Adele, Penelope, they threaten
Them with the chair twice, yeah, thuggin' my Whole life, pack a synth overnight, I'm
At Dakota Center in L.A.'s tourist site, two twin Glocks with them dicks, I call them

Morphaned dykes, ballin' like Robert horry, Stompin' in my Droid, mikes can't get caught Cheating
With them thots, I got a gorgeous wife
Spittin' lit to the game, they say we all Organized, soon as you turn around, it Another Homicide, rappin' heat through your Speaker, it might catch a fire

Bet your dime on the Dollar, my hater got Some shoppers, bad bitches in a parlor, rockin
Fendi and that Prodder, your baby momma love, they say a real nigga got her
That's why them haters watching me, like the Episode of Power
Bet your dime on the Dollar, my haters got Some shoppers, bad bitches in a parlor, rockin

Fendi and that Prodder, your baby momma Love, they say a real nigga got her
That's why them haters watching me, like the Episode of Power
Sittin' in the cell, writing rhymes, it's the Passtime, my homie, Gryll, bought that Diesel In, that's the gas line

Pretty face, thick thighs, they recognize a bad Dime, 25 bands a week on a cash grind
They took the ice off our ribs, now we on Defrost
Runnin' trains on a 30-30, that's a see-saw
The feds sickens out the gang, that's by default

Now we out here leasing foreign cars without The key
Start probation on my heels, hopin' that I drop Dirty
My doctor just prescribed me pain pills, Poppin' 30s
Six shooters in your bushes, waitin' in your landscape

I dropped a free mixtape, boy, I did it for my Fans' sake
I just took two twin sisters on a dinner date
Cullin' and got 24s, callin' winter skates
Fucked her best friend, let you know she not Worthy

Before you take the stand, that M16 shot a Birdie
Bet your dime on the dollar
My haters got them choppers, bad bitches, And Impala
Rockin' Fendi and that Prada

Your baby mama lost, they say a real nigga got Her
That's why them haters watching me, like the Episode of Power
Bet your dime on the dollar
My haters got them choppers, bad bitches, and Impala

Rockin' Fendi and that Prada
Your baby mama lost, they say a real nigga got Her
That's why them haters watching me, like the Episode of Power

Written by:
Gregory Sanford

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