[Intro] Y'all making this sh** more serious than what it need to be Dough. Quit playing with me [Verse 1] New n***as hatin', wait, I know what's wrong now Watch cost a restaurant Pinky ring a condo Better hand cuff her cause we're taking n***as b**hes Choppers snappin' like we tryin to take you n***as pitches The dealer sh** keep whipping with me like a slave master You k** that n***a now, you get paid after Not only I told n***as I show n***as How to purposely sh** on gold diggers is you absolute n***a I bought you round rose sippers I don't do too much talking, I smoke n***as Yeah, welcome to the land of the lost It was they block, but we ran them n***as off It was his b**h till that pinner in my Porsche pulled up Like oh, forget that broke n***a, f** I like to play but nowadays I mostly coach n***as Don't speak no beef under the rug we approach n***as like what? [Verse 2] Hey hey, what you said Lord n***a? For less then that people end up dead Lil n***a Streets wanna know if you really getting paper Uh baby mother you're f**in with hotel you take her If you don't keep with a hundred, streets wanna know that Run you out your on hood, n***a you can't go back My name ain't on papers my n***a I ain't no rat Money too bigger, my pocket I can't fold that Uh nite time shooter out n***as bustin teks They credit cards scamin or their bustin checks We k**ed them in the hood like what the f** is next He make me sure we eat, so show the plug respect And them n***as you look up to their look up to me Probably the only rapper that show you how to cook up a key Disco's out to doughs that you choose to use disrespect through views On a real n***a like me I'm getting money saluted if you feel just like me Say what's up if you trying to make a few mills just like me, yeah Streets wanna know n***a Streets wanna know n***a