Leave It In the Streets

Can't no nigga ho me, heard the jackboys want me, stop it (The Circle) Huh? (MIA JAY C) Yeah, that's more like it Huh, that's more like it Ayy, huh That's more like it Haha Sing to me Ayy, huh Walk through TSA with thirty thousand in my pocket Every day I'm gettin' fresh as fuck, I know they watchin' Every nigga know me know I'm 'bout a profit Can't no nigga ho me, heard the jackboys want me, stop it, ha Gettin' all this money got my fuckin' head gone Let a nigga run up on me, he gon' get his head blown All my opps, calm down, all my opps get a headstone Quick to get a nigga smoked, my temper short, but my bread long Ahh, I wanna kill a nigga every time I get mad Then I calm down, pray to God, and talk to dad I load my strap up every time I hear they on my ass Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag (Push that shit out Skilla) I just got excited lookin' in my stash Young nigga so humble, up a hundred, I don't even brag Shoot a fully in the nigga whip, make that nigga crash When I seen an opp, Jimmy Neutron, I gotta blast Damn, I miss the Scat', man, I'm so used to goin' fast Fuck it, I'ma drop 580, it got more on the dash (huh?) I lost it all, I got it back, ain't think about the past (huh?) I make them niggas feel me first because they put me last (huh?) Dave been bookin' me for shows, I gotta rock it "Tay B Style" got me takin' off like a rocket (huh?) Just sent my bitch to MIA on my Josh shit (MIA JAY C) Brought my fully out to shoot at anything look like my whip Ahh, sometimes I get mad My family keep tellin' me I sound like my dad I'm a rich young nigga, I ain't houndin' no strap Bitches used to try to ho me, now I'm in my bag I don't need no money counter, I be countin' my cash Every week, I stick another hundred thousand in my stash Any nigga with a problem, take it up with Wildman I can't believe my main mans turned into a Calvin My thick bitch ride me like a horse, Meg Thee Stallion I got everything in my closet but some Lanvins Every week, I put up thirty thousand, it's practice I call my lil' niggas young kings, but they jack shit I put my swipe nigga on the court and let him hack shit I live in a mansion, king-sized mattress Twenty-five hundred for the Amiris with a bunch of patches (The Circle) Walk through TSA with thirty thousand in my pocket Every day I'm gettin' fresh as fuck, I know they watchin' Every nigga know me know I'm 'bout a profit Can't no nigga ho me, heard the jackboys want me, stop it, ha Gettin' all this money got my fuckin' head gone Let a nigga run up on me, he gon' get his head blown All my opps, calm down, all my opps get a headstone Quick to get a nigga smoked, my temper short, but my bread long Ahh, I wanna kill a nigga every time I get mad Then I calm down, pray to God, and talk to dad I load my strap up every time I hear they on my ass Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag (Huh?) Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag Then I get some money, I'm the youngest nigga with the biggest bag