Streets 2

[Intro]
This is a Jay Johnson production

[Verse]
They say, "Sheik, you worth a million," told me, "Go and get your chicken"
Took me down to Harold's Chicken, they ain't wanna see me eat
Earned my respect up in these streets, say they is, but they ain't slidin' when it's beef
When it's up, I'm with my niggas tryna slide, we four-deep
Ayy, bro, let me out right here, know when we slide, we on feet
If they outside, somebody dyin', we gon' leave him in the streets
All this money came with problems, I've been stressin' for a week
Dropped likе thirty out the chop' before that nigga got to blink
This shit rеal, I ain't fabricatin' nothin'
I was broke, turned nothin' into somethin', got a bag, now they love me
Who would've ever thought that they'll change when it got ugly?
Now these bitches see me ballin', wanna fuck me
I told the bitch, "It's ugly," if it don't come with money, I ain't fuckin'
Boy, this bitch done lost her mind think I'ma fuck her for the free
This dick ain't cheap, but I know I can get the pussy free
'Cause she a freak and she been blowin' up my phone all week
I'm tryna get this money, I ain't tryna be in no relations
Her baby daddy hatin', I'm just fuckin', I ain't take her
But I do be with the takers, get you stepped on for some paper
Somebody should've told you, you can't phonk without no paper
Niggas crashin' out, dissin' me some shit you could get smacked about
Niggas be on live like they outside, but they ain't really out
Stakin' out his house, I'm tryna see what lil' bruh about
If he don't come outside, I might just put a hundred in his house
'Cause we ain't on that reckless shit, so miss me with the extra shit
She went broke, I had to X the bitch
Told her it ain't nothin' personal, I'm onto better shit
Skrrted off up in that 'Cat, she know that money, I got hell of it
Designer, I got hella shit, I can wear new drip for 'bout two months
But in this 'fit, a couple days, I already made like twenty-plus
Cents what these niggas make a month, Rollie on me, add it up
I'm in the club, they think I'm from the D, got pointers in my bucks
All I know is run it up, this money, I can't get enough
It's some people wanna see me lose, they hate to see me up
But I keep shittin' on my haters, better luck
I bet this lil' 19 bag a nigga up, he think about takin' somethin' from us