Power, Money & Fame

Song Details

Power, Money & Fame is Generic music in tempo Andante. The music is decent and the lyrics are decent. The song was written 4/25/2006 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.

Dominant Instruments

Rapper
Turntable System

Special Lyrics

I got the power, the money & the fame.
Plus Robbie D. is a household name.

I got the power, money & fame, I pull strings.
I shower my honey with chains & gold rings.
I want the whole thing, fuck a small piece,
and I dont give a fuck if you call the police!
Im takin' what's mine, break you this time,
these weak ass MC's is fake with their rhymes.
While Im as real as they come,
Im so dope, make ya cough-up a lung,
ya girl like how Im hung,
so I dont give a fuck what kinda heat ya brung.
you can meet me, son, anytime, any place,
Who give a fuck about another court case!?!
I wrote the code of the street,
and the ghetto playbook.
And you cat's just cant compete
with your weak rhymes & gay hooks.
i didnt get rich by bein' a bitch,
and ya cant collect respek by bein' a snitch.
Because your loose lips sink ships,
so, mother fuckas, Im handin' out pink-slips.
because im the boss, play 2 win at all costs.
Undefeated champ, check my wins & my loss.
wack kids get toss, str8 out into the river,
ya get stopped & dropped, bodyshot 2 ya liver.
Im like a sliver, gettin' up under your skin,
Power, money & fame, I always play to win.
I'll say it again, incase you never heard me.
and I aint gonna worry, son, you aint worthy.
I end fights early when I get my hands dirty,
and then Im at home relaxin' with your girly.
I like str8 hair or curly, brunettes or blondes,
what the fuck, if she's got a big butt, it on!
These chicks is drawn to the chains on my arm,
plus my wit & charm has em eatin' out my palm.
Im in, im out, im gone, the name of the game,
Robbie D., son, I got the Power, Money & Fame.


I got the power, money & fame.
Take my private jet to spain,
just because I dont want to
smoke my spilf in the rain.
Fuck bad weather, fuck smokin' on roaches.
Fuck playin' da game, Im like legendary coaches.
Like Pat Quinn, where ya been, I call the shots.
Plus I stay cool when shit gets hots.
Aint slangin' rocks, my biz is legit.
Gunsmoke Productions! Yeah, thats the shit!
I've heard the other producers, they bore me.
And Im like the modern day white Berry Gordy!
Slammin' trax like Terry Gordy, or John Cena,
U & your team think your mean, but Im meana.
I've survived mad wars, hundreds of stitches,
but still i've come back to collect my riches,
but still i've come back to select my bitches,
& still I've come back 2 put rappers in ditches.
Im still the man that y'all cats try to be,
but if U had my bank, U still aint fly as me.
Dont cry to me, fuck you & your sob story,
when i turn my back, u tryin' to hog my glory.
Word to Maury, and his bitch Connie Chung.
Give u your fill but still u b wantin' some.
Because what I got, ya just cant get enough,
plus on the mic I can strike smooth or rough.
Stay cool, yet tough. I'll school your stuff,
& you a fool if u think I wont call ya bluff.
I'll call u up, and challenge you formally.
Freestyle battle while Im drunk & disorderly.
Word. My rhymes slurred, but Im still the same,
Robbie D, bitch, got the power, money & fame!

Record Releases

Legend In This Game
Power, Money & Fame

Covers

This song is being performed as a cover by the following artists:

• The 2pac Resurrection