Cold street (freestyle) Lyrics

Money money on my mind

I'm feeling good I can't lie

Me and my niggas we feel irie

So certain we gonna rise (X2)

Street so cold, yes I know

(oh yes I know)

Take no codein' No more slow

(no more slow)

Told my homi' no more joke

(no more joke)

To the top that's my goal

(that's my goal)

To the top (that's my goal)

To the top (that's my goal)

To the top

To the top

To the top

To the top

Oh my Lord, watch my soul

To the top, that's my goal

Watch my soul, to the top

Told my homie, to the top

No where to call my home

But that top that's my home

Slatt nor homie none is real

Trust nobody that's not beef

Only mom, that's my gee

Early morning she calls on me

Says some prayers I see blessings

Badman chase the dream

Pains that made me feel

Bad no one is real

I'm just stake to deal

Make money money

No time for dulling

Ain't ghat love for bitchh

Flex no funny

Broke she gonna leave

(she gonna leeeeave)

Imma go harder

Body turned fire

What's this? banger

Yes my hope standard

Imma go harder

Body turned fire

What's this? banger

Yes my hope standard

To the top (that's my goal)

To the top (that's my goal)

To the top

To the top

To the top

To the top

Oh my Lord, watch my soul

To the top, that's my goal