We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men
And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them
But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans
Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks
So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way
I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay
Nastiest over-limit went men
That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then
Then i wait for them days to turn good again
Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men
If you're such a powerful being lord, then answer me why.
My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
Respect cash and its powerful guarantee
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