Chink Da Champ - M.P.R.

Get the money and the power
That shit come with respect
We ain't worried bout the hate
Cause that's what come
With the check
Get that weight up out your face
Show your muscle and flex
We just popping rubber bands
We don't pop Percocets
Get the money and the power
That shit come with respect
We ain't worried bout the hate
Cause that's what come
With the check
Get that weight up out your face
Show your muscle and flex
We just popping rubber bands
We don't pop Percocet
My dog will pop a nigga
Before he pop a perk
Coach like Popovich
Ball like I'm a spur
Got blues his pockets hurt
Got blues my pockets smurf
Drive the boat
Then she going surf
Drive the boat
Then she going swerve
I do damage
I tote cannons
Trying pull up
In a big titanic
I'm trying make
A Millie in a day
I'm trying put
A millie in the safe
I'm trying take a
Richard Millie
Bust it down
Put a millie
All up in the face
Keep a mili
All up on my waist
I'll shoot dis bitch
Like I'm Trae
Get the money and the power
That shit come wit respect
We ain't worried bout the hate
Cause that's what come
With the check
Get that weight
Up out your face
Show your muscle and flex
We just popping rubber bands
We don't pop Percocet
Get the money and the power
That shit come wit respect
We ain't worried bout the hate
Cause that's what come
With the check
Get that weight
Up out your face
Show your muscle and flex
We just popping rubber bands
We don't pop Percocet
I was four pockets full
Way before lil baby nem
Play with so much cash
I should start me a ATM
Play with so much gas
Starting to think we Arabian
Whole team eating nigga
We do the catering
We don't do lean
We don't do perks
My only addiction
The trap on the first
Hustlers ambition
I doubled my worth
I got a vision of riding in verts
Haters they come wit the bag
Look at they face, they sick
They prayers ain't work
Come out the bottom
Under the dirt
Straight out the mud
Not a stain on my shirt
Get the money and the power
That shit come with respect
We ain't worried bout the hate
Cause that's what come
With the check
Get that weight
Up out your face
Show your muscle and flex
We just popping rubber bands
We don't pop Percocet
Get the money and the power
That shit come with respect
We ain't worried bout the hate
Cause that's what come
With the check
Get that weight
Up out your face
Show your muscle and flex
We just popping rubber bands
We don't pop Percocet

Written by:
Marcus Brooks

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