Streets Is Cold
The Mecca
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Money over everything, money over hoes too Don't be quick to judge me 'til you walk a mile in my shoe Money over everything, money over hoes too To be about the green, you gotta be about that white too Streets is cold, money is low Plus I got some legal issues I don't wish to disclose I never give a f*ck when I'm fucking these hoes All they care about is "could you buy me some clothes" Some clothes? Bitch, wipe the coke from your nose And lemme get another dance before you put on your drawers Uh, handle my business and I'm out the door Another day, another dollar, I'll be back in the morn', come on Surrounded by strangers with familiar faces Under street lamps on my knees saying my graces But what do I pray for, should I say more Let you inside my mind for that excitement you came for Who do you confide in when your phone don't ring How you gone shine if your chain don't bling How you gone live if you ain't about the green How the hell you gone f*ck if you ain't zestfully clean That's what they care 'bout, you got dough, you got clout Bitches only wanna know when I'm gone bring the trucks At times I do things that's wrong to feel better, still I still screw these hoes like a muh fucking power drill 'cause Streets is cold, money is low Plus I got some legal issues I don't wish to disclose I never give a f*ck when I'm fucking these hoes All they care about is "could you buy me some clothes" Some clothes? Bitch, wipe the coke from your nose And lemme get another dance before you put on your drawers Uh, handle my business and I'm out the door Another day, another dollar, I'll be back in the morn', come on Another day another dollar, I can't survive off that So I got a Dupes beat, decide to rhyme off that The ladder of success, I wanna climb off that I am afraid of heights, still make a dime off that And I'm talking bad bitches If shawty ain't fine, I simply turn the light switches Off, and I vacate to the cabana Picture me bonin' Scarlet Johanson or Rihanna, somewhere in Atlanta Snap back to reality, back to the cold streets, back to brutality Back to the land where the skinny niggaz ride Alone on the pavement where the skinny niggaz die, no lie Streets is cold, money is low Plus I got some legal issues I don't wish to disclose I never give a f*ck when I'm fucking these hoes All they care about is "could you buy me some clothes" Some clothes? Bitch, wipe the coke from your nose And lemme get another dance before you put on your drawers Uh, handle my business and I'm out the door Another day, another dollar, I'll be back in the morn', come on Money over everything, money over hoes too Don't be quick to judge me 'til you walk a mile in my shoe Money over everything, money over hoes too To be about the green, you gotta be about that white too
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Written by: Keen Cotter, Sherwinn Brice
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