Songwriter: Deric “D-Dot” Angelettie Ron “Amen-Ra” Lawrence Meek Mill Travis Scott

Producer: Allen Ritter Vinylz

[Intro]
It's lit

[Chorus]
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they be so upset (yeah)

[Verse]
Thousand dollars on me, I've been going all week
Diamonds, all my drugs, nigga, I can't get no sleep
I just want some love, I've been going way too deep
Falling on my mouth, bank can't give me no more weight
Top play, ayy, they haters, young nigga tryna say shit
Big dog conversation, big ice revelation
Rolex rollin' on my piece, I been going fine all week
Yeah, I designed my feet
I fucked around and smashed your niece
Man, they hate, why they can't relate, yeah
Light skin niggas, they just stand and pay, hide away, yeah
I've been going ways
Up all my coats and going away
Every time, even family time, it take no place, yeah

[Chorus]
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they be so upset, yeah (yeah)

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they be so upset, yeah (yeah)

Travis Scott

Jacques Berman Webster II (born April 30, 1992), popularly known as Travis Scott (previously stylized as Travi$ Scott) is a rapper and producer from Missouri City, Texas, located within the Houston Metropolitan area. Scott began producing and releasing beats via Myspace at 16.

He moved to Los Angeles after dropping out of The University of Texas at San Antonio following his sophomore year, adopting the name Travi$ Scott in homage to his uncle named Travis, and his musical idol Kid Cudi (real name Scott Mescudi).

Travis Scott dropped out of the University of Texas at San Antonio without his parents knowing and moved to Los Angeles to make music. His parents made a surprise visit to see their son at his former university. They eventually found out that he lied to them. They cut off support towards him from that time on. He ended up sleeping on couches and lived miles away from people he knew.

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