Out To Da' Streets Lyrics

Told her come this way

Come roll with a G

She ain't never been with a rich nigga

So she feel like she hitting the lottery

All my pointers got fish scales

Look like some shit in Biology

Shorty want to flip bet I hit tails

Then I send her where she want back out to the streets

And she know I wanna hit

She too intelligent

Trying to serve some years in that pussy no veteran

Seen every side

Ooh I like the spice ya' adding no zataran

Come show me why you say that pussy heaven sent

Tell her pack a bag

Pick a flight

We gone be gone by the night

She say I'm wrong and she right

And that's why we end up in fights

Beat her back in till' she right

Beat her back in till she tight

And that's when she turn around like

Daddy I was wrong you was right

Shawty I'm a King

I ain't gone settle down less you know you a queen

I just bought me some McQueens

I be flexing on these niggas

That's why I be singing

I swear this shit too easy

I be having they bitch creaming

If she ain't thinking bout' me then she dreaming

If she ain't happy with you she leaving

Say you want smoke I'll give you a reason

Can't keep up with my moves

I be out here with the crew

Fuck on ya bitch get the loot

Ya do

I do

So baby what you trynna do

In ya town I got one night to lose

After that bitch I'm back on my groove

So I told her

Told her come this way

Come roll with a G

She ain't never been with a rich nigga

So she feel like she hitting the lottery

All my pointers got fish scales

Look like some shit in Biology

Shorty want to flip bet I hit tails

Then I send her where she want back out to the streets

Baby keep it a thou' with me

You don't fuck with me

You just want to see where all of my dollars be

That's not a problem cause honestly

I just want to fuck without having to say apologies

You say I'm toxic

I been on hot shit

I ain't giving up

No I'm not stopping

You could sit back with ya gang keep watching

We breaking down all the doors no locksmith

They like king zayy don't get him out of pocket

He a send this bitch up no rocket

If you beefing with me and ain't about family or money

Then little nigga stop it

What ever I like I cop it

What ever songs I hate I dropped em'

Don't tweak still clocking my moves

I keep track of every dollar

Make that pussy mariah carey sing

And jennifer hudson holler

Don't need to price check I got it

Don't need to trip ain't no problem

I feel ya energy

I'm trynna feel something out it

I know ya feeling me

Let's get a taste of exotic

And see a million dreams when you fuck with me

You winning

Let's get a two door coup

Hella tints

No one up in it

They can't see

Shit that we doing

We getting nasty

Our business they can't even

Mind it they tripping

Mm they mad they envy

I get bag that's plenty

I spend cash on a dizzy day

You can't talk yo shit ah