Young Thug - Power Lyrics

(We got London on da Track)

First you get that money, then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder
Now you walk around with fifty in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga, get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)

Before I go without a sack, I swag pack (sheesh, sheesh)
I spoiled my bitch and now she actin' like a brat (yeah, yeah)
I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm bleedin' like a tat' (yeah, yeah)
Roll it, roll it for me on ya back (roll it, roll it)
Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi (woo, woo)
I'm a cat, I'ma chase all them pussy-rats (argh)
Yeah (argh, argh), pussy-nigga better not look back
Or, or else I'm killin' 'em, hey, and that's a fact (sheesh)
There's blood all on my Timberlands
She make a nigga say, "What?" (What?)
I swear to God she feelin' 'em
She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon (hey)

First you get that money, then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder
Now you walk around with fifty in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga, get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)

Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens (rich nigga)
Bitch, I'm rich just like a Simmons, not Lil' Diggy (real Simmons)
If I got legs, bitch, you know I'm gonna get it (walk, walk)
She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley (ooh, ooh)
Big bidness in that big Bentley, Bentley (what? What?)
Ridin' 'round with that semi, 'cause I know these niggas envy (ha)
Is you mad 'bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin'? (Pimp)
Ayy, you can keep that Ace of Spades, I'm sippin'
I'm a rocket, rocket, I can't stop it, stop it
I'm a GTV, boy, bitch, I'm poppin', poppin'
I need coke, need coke like, "Where the fuck is papi?"
If you try to run off (what?)
You know we pop at your noggin (pop-pop)

First, you get that money, then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder
Now you walk around with fifty in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga, get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)