Money And Power Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 2 - Big Tymers

Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x) 

If you could be me for an hour 

Have Money and Power 

Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower 

You Would love that (Hot, Hot) 

You Would love that (Hot, Hot) 

Baby: 

Nugga ge yo shit together 

Tell the homeboys, we gone shine in the rainy weather 

Strap up we gon' ride tonight 

Cause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight 

And my Rollies with my bezzel speak through the ice 

Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold head lights 

Man, I'm on an all night flight 

Worth about a millie on a silly night 

On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night 

Playboy and my game be tight 

I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace 

My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace 

Or my momma Gladys or my sister Noreese 

Man half of my family already deceased 

But this baller life don't mean nothin' to me 

Playa if I can't share it with my muthafuckin' family 

I'ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s 

And make all my hoes say the love me 

Fitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree's on my feet 

Ask 'Lac playboy if you don't believe me 

You better stay straped rollin' in the UPT 

Besides all these cars and all these broads 

Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a ki 

Playboy you could believe me 

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Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x) 

Manny Fresh: 

It was one summer night in the middle of June 

Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moon 

When this nigga croos the street start talkin' shit 

Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don't hit 

See I payed it no matter 

Every album gets hotter, than the last one partner 

What's ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me man 

Cause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me man 

You bout hoe shit 

Keep it on the down low shit 

Hoe broke and lonely don't know shit 

Usually Captain Kirk a bitch 

I'll rough a bitch 

'Til she say, "I had enough shit" 

I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracks 

Got ya Sony CD pumped up to the max 

You should be on Jerry Springer, 'cause nigga you the king of 

Hatin' on niggaz that's keepin' it real 

Big Tymers had money before the record deal 

Uh, If fuckin' music don't work nigga then I still got the wheels 

Hmm, How you diggin' that 

How you diggin' that 

How you diggin' that 

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Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x) 

Baby: 

I owe my dedication to my homeboy Manny 

Cause I'd probably still be in a penitentiery 

Or still sellin' yey on these dark city streets 

Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me 

Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy 

Playboy this life is real to me 

I'm rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artillery 

All I can say s Fresh kept it real wit' me 

But I know my lil B.G. could feel me 

That's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my song nigga 

And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I bought 'em nigga 

But you the reason why I keep it real with niggaz 

Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy Clique 

And Lil Weezy I know you planted the seed 

And when it come I know you gon' name it after me 

I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' me 

>From these guns, round the white 

And puttin' that ron on another nigga son 

And tellin' me that I can be all gravy 

And tellin' me that I could save this nigga baby 

And if you don't believe me playa I put it on that 99 big body Benz 

And the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to win 

Playboy you could believe that 

How You Luv That Boy 

Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa 

Tell Me nigga, How You Luv That Playa 

Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa 

It's all gravy baby 

Nigga been havin' shit nigga 

Ridin' flossin' before we did all this shit nigga 

Million dollar homes nigga 

Everybody in my clique ride on chrome nigga 

I don't make nah nigga wait for shit 

Once we want it we gon' get that shit 

Playboy you could believe that