Leave It In the Streets

Can't no **** 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 ay, huh (that's more like it)

Haha, sing to me, ay, huh

Walk through TSA with thirty thousand in my pocket

Every day I'm gettin' fresh as fuck, I know they watchin'

Every **** know me know I'm 'bout a profit

Can't no **** ho me, heard the Jackboys want me, stop it, ha

Gettin' all this money got my fuckin' head gone

Let a **** 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 **** smoked, my temper short, but my bread long

Ahh, I wanna kill a **** every time I get mad (yeah)

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 **** with the biggest bag (push that shit out Skilla)

I just got excited lookin' in my stash

Young **** so humble, up a hundred, I don't even brag

Shoot a fully in the **** whip, make that **** 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 **** 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 ****, I ain't houndin' no strap

Bitches used to try to ho me, pss, 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 **** with a problem, take it up with Wildman

I can't believe my main man's 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' **** young kings, but they jack shit

I put my swipe **** on the court and let him hack shit

I came a long way from Taylor, 'Tucky, makin' crack flip

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 (yeah)

Every day I'm gettin' fresh as fuck, I know they watchin'

Every **** know me know I'm 'bout a profit

Can't no **** ho me, heard the Jackboys want me, stop it, ha

Gettin' all this money got my fuckin' head gone

Let a **** 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 **** smoked, my temper short, but my bread long

Ahh, I wanna kill a **** every time I get mad (yeah)

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 **** with the biggest bag (huh?)

Then I get some money, I'm the youngest **** with the biggest bag

Then I get some money (they can't fuck with me)

I'm the youngest **** with the biggest bag (pray to God)