Back to the Streets (feat. Jhené Aiko)

Pull up in my hood, best dressed

Next thing, upgrade, who's next?

Rich boy, got him on deck

Good boy, tell that ****, "Fetch"

I put my new man on a leash

Traded in my old ****, he was just a lease

I ride around town till I leave

I gave the boy a round, spit him back to the street

Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da, yeah

I spit him back to the streets

Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da

Back to the streets

So clean when I pull up to the scene

Big goals, and I put that on me

What you thinkin'? What's good?

Fuck how you feel and I wish a **** would

Had to hit the Heisman on ya homies

Steppin' in here, bad bitches only

My ex used to act like he owned me

Ain't enough just to treat me like a trophy

I had that, passed that, knew I had to trash that

Bounced on his ass, turned that boy into a flashback

I'm a five-star bitch with a price tag

Gotta find me somebody that could match that

The last one got on my last nerve

Made me go change my passwords

I hit the curve with that swerve

You know I get the last word

Pull up in my hood, best dressed

Next thing, upgrade, who's next?

Rich boy, got him on deck

Good boy, tell that ****, "Fetch"

I put my new man on a leash

Traded in my old ****, he was just a lease

I ride around town till I leave

I gave the boy a round, spit him back to the street

Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da, yeah

I spit him back to the streets

Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da

Yeah

Back to the streets

Back to the streets, send you back to your old hood

On hood, baby, this is for your own good

I'm a player-ass bitch and you knew it

Had a good time, now I'm ready for some new dick (Ha-ha)

Pass it to Saweetie, now you hit it

Through with it, there ain't really nothin' else to do with it

Yeah, you know I leveled up

I can't be stuck, I wish you luck, though

Consider yourself blessed

You got to fuck with the baddest

You know that I can't be kept

No, I gotta dip out

Pull up in my hood, best dressed

Next thing, upgrade, who's next?

Rich boy, got him on deck

Good boy, tell that ****, "Fetch"

Yeah

I put my new man on a leash

On a leash

Traded in my old ****, he was just a lease

Ooh

I ride around town till I leave

Till I leave, oh

I gave the boy a round, spit him back to the street

Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da, yeah

I spit him back to the streets

Like la-da-dee-da-dee-da

Back to the streets

La-da-dee-da-dee-da

Back to the streets

Back, back to the streets

La-da-dee-da-dee-da, yeah

Back to the streets

Put my new man on a leash

He was just a lease

Ride around town till I leave