N Da Streetz Baby Money

[Intro]
Ayy, don't put that in my vlog
Y'all got me fucked up
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I was just sittin' in the hole like, "How it's lookin' in the streets?"
All the opps turn vegan when you cookin' up the beef
Heard she got her body done, still lookin' like a freak
Yeah, her ass might be new, but that pussy still weak
Yeah, the Cookie still cheap, exotic sellin' high
I done made my own wave, tell 'em I'm just sailin' by
You wanna make your own lane, go and buy a scale and cop
I'm a chemist in the kitchen, seen thе powder turn to rock

[Verse 1]
I rock Prada to my socks, put extensions on my Glock
Camе through Lam' truck, put attention on the block
They love what you do for 'em 'til you put inside that box
Once you gone, then it's bye, they forget about a lot
Ain't nothin' changed yet
Ask 'em do they feel my pain yet?
Thought I was rookie, then they seen a nigga came vet
We from two different states, bang the same set
Hustle in the same town, ain't got the same cash
You lose your value bustdown, ain't nothin' plain crash
You did some snake shit to me, I can't change that
I'd rather stay away from you with your lame ass
I should've seen that shit comin', I just blamed Nash