Respect - Fredo Santana, Lil Reese

Money, power, respect, that’s all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dope, so much coke

Trapping can’t get old

It’s that real trap music, man don’t get exposed

Money, power, respect, that’s all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dope, so much coke

Trapping can’t get old

It’s that real trap music, man don’t get exposed

All these fufu ass niggas, man just move around

If staining up was a sport, I would be up, God damn!

We ain’t wifing these hoes, cause we don’t give a damn

Getting money was a sport, I would be up some fam

Better stay up in your lane cause we don’t give a damn

My youngins with the shits, bitch we don’t give a damn

I say this 30 that I’m blowing it’ll lay em down

I keep my circle close cause I don’t fuck around

Money, power, respect, that’s all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dope, so much coke

Trapping can’t get old

It’s that real trap music, man don’t get exposed

Money, power, respect, that’s all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dope, so much coke

Trapping can’t get old

It’s that real trap music, man don’t get exposed

I’m a real trap nigga, you can see it in my eyes

I got weight, lot of grams, and I’m still selling bags

I need a new connect, cause his prices getting high

Threw some bands out at the factory, I’m just trying to get it back

Get it back, get it back, hit the trap, I get it back

I got workers in the back, and they’re pushing all these packs

God damn, God damn, I’m the man, girlfriend

Suck my dick, suck my dick, bitch you gotta do my mans

Any stains any licks, you know I need ends

Kick the door, lay you down, split the profit with my mans

Aye Reese what up man

Aye Fredo you know, we getting it in

Aye Reese

Split the profit with my mans

Money, power, respect, that’s all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dope, so much coke

Trapping can’t get old

It’s that real trap music, man don’t get exposed

Money, power, respect, that’s all a nigga know

I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke

So much dope, so much coke

Trapping can’t get old

It’s that real trap music, man don’t get exposed