Dave East & Harry Fraud feature Jim Jones on “Money Or Power” [+Lyrics]

Dave East & Harry Fraud - Money Or Power (ft. Jim Jones) (prod. Harry Fraud)

Dave East & Harry Fraud feature Jim Jones on their “Money Or Power” collaboration produced by Harry Fraud. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Dave East & Harry Fraud Money Or Power
Dave East & Harry Fraud Money Or Power

The smooth instrumental sounds like something that would play when a pimp walks onto the screen in a ’70s flick. East drops slick bars first, coming hard with his subdued vibe. There isn’t a chorus, just some snippets pertaining to Jimmy Hoffa. Then, Jones picks up the second verse was some veteran-style New York bars that shake up the single. “Money or Power” is a standout track on HOFFA, which is hard to do amongst so many bangers.

Dave East & Harry Fraud – Money Or Power (ft. Jim Jones) (prod. Harry Fraud)


(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Back the .40 out in FootLocker, the mall’ll panic
Painted the ‘Rari pomegranate, it was hard to manage
Double dutchin’ with this paper like we jumpin’ rope
Gemstar razor, couple flavors in them bubble coats
My passion make me work, know that grass feel different
When you get tackled on turf, just pay me back by the first
I feel like Bone Thugs, I felt like Pablo, had my own drugs
Borrowed every hammer from Shooter, fuck who he don’t love
I felt like Dolla Bill in Player’s Club, I want my own club
The system tried to move us but we won’t budge
Not to avoid them niggas that I don’t love
Drizzy sent me a coat, then Yeezy sent me his Boost
Then J. Cole sent me his shoes, I got ties with the idols in this shit
If I hit your wife on camera, I’m goin’ viral with your bitch
Moonwalkin’ with a Glock, I feel like Michael with the stick
I got this chick that move just like Griselda Blanco
I told her just me and Capo, open the door (Open the door)

It ain’t one reporter who took a very long at Hoffa
Suggesting that in a choice between power and money
You’ll always choose power
But if it came any question [?]
Nobody in this country, respects what we do, what we have made

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
If Harlem had a king that’d be a no-brainer (Jones said that)
Pour the water from the base through an old strainer (Strainer)
Start talking ’bout that base, I mean that cocaina (Aye)
If I’m drawin’ at your face, but I ain’t a painter (Shoot that shit up)
Just like Picasso, nigga, I could make the picture vivid (You see that?)
Young with the guns I remember takin’ pictures with it
I been critically acclaimed, nigga, you just a critic
I got that special recipe when I whip the brick (Whip it)
Some use a microwave or put it on the stovetop (Mm)
Now you stuffin’ your pockets, you might pop up with a froze watch
Nigga, fuck all the coppers, I curse at ’em through my rose top (Fuck [?])
They know if I jump in the booth that every verse of my flows hot (Sizzlin’)
Fire, nigga, hot like when lavas drippin’ (Uh-huh)
Had all the Mike’s, still wanted to buy the Pippen’s (I’m greedy)
I’m good with the bangin’, hop out and I started clipping ’em (Gah, gah, gah)
I’m better with a chick on my side, in my ride, we dippin’ soon
Chill out, I don’t think you seen no killin’, shorty (You ain’t seen shit)
I had them niggas that kill all in-front your buildin’, shorty (Watch)
You know the drill, Ferrari wheels when I’m feelin’ sporty (Huh)
They call me a moreno but I’m still a Bori’, huh (But I’m still a Bori’)

Yeah, we lived down, facing this magnificent building here
And we were broke, I had no money, [?] the money we have today
And bars would be [?]
All because we have [?]
Because we do have an organization [?]
Took the [?] on every situation that [?]
[?] man of respect

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