Power Young Thug

[Intro]
We got London on da Track

[Chorus]
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 50 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)

[Verse 1]
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)
Yah (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)