Streets on Lock (feat. Hot Dollar & Rick Ross) - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

Yeah (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy LV canceled, you tell them to sue me Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar (Black dollar) Fuck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's Ciroc, D'USSÉ, Bellaire, let's get paid Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar Gucci don't like black people in Boosie Badazz voice Every young ghetto nigga dream, brand new black Rolls Royce Baby mama live in them projects, baby wearing brand new shoes Still tryna find his way, Daddy ain't leave no clues Dawg still doing that time, then say, "Fuck them feds" (feds) Nigga gon' get this lead or he gon' give me my bread (yeah) I ain't really got no credit but a nigga keep that cash (hey) Talking pre COVID-19, young nigga kept that mask (let's go) Designer, designer, I can't even spell it (yeah) Went broke just to wear it, you can't even tell it Jesus piece, I ain't pray one time today (hey) But fuck it, I'm balling, what else can I say? All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy LV canceled, you tell them to sue me Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar (black dollar) Fuck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's Ciroc, D'USSÉ, Bellaire, let's get paid Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar All I wanna do is see the real niggas be rewarded (get it) Fuck a bag, go and buy a whole city for my daughter (get it) Big homie 65 still doing time, that's unfair (Mike) What's the use of climbing to the mountain top If you're living on the ledge? Shot the homie in the stomach now he walking around with a shit bag Burnt down Black Wall Street now it's time for the get back Violate a young nigga probation for a piss test (huh) Got a hug from my mama, whispered in my ear, "We gon' beat this" (Lord) War ready (war ready) Black Power (Black Power) Financial freedom (what) The Black dollar (uh) Slave labor (nigga) No love (no love) Back to business Pay what you owe us All this Fendi and Gucci is goofy LV canceled, you tell them to sue me Rolex, AP, ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black bollar (Black dollar) Fuck them bottles, ain't Puff's, it ain't Jay's Ciroc, D'USSÉ, Bellaire, let's get paid Rolls Royce, Bentley ain't shit, y'all follow Need that, need us, almighty Black dollar (Black dollar, Black dollar) Almighty Black dollar

Ay... Ay... Ay... Chea... Ay ...Ay... Let's get it (Verse 1) These niggas just hating they ain't talking bout shit I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick I don't need yo help I can own my own dick Ain't no muthafucker help me write my rhymes Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time See me at the top and want to claim my fame Nigga took my chain yea motherfuckin right You better off saying a nigga took my life Want to assassinate my character but I ain't acting It ain't adding up so you niggas subtracting B.I.G. said it first more money more problems The why I see it more problems more money (whatsup) I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) Theses niggas believe me Cause bitch I'm Jeezy (X2) (Verse 2) Eyes wide shut I don't see these niggas Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga Want to stand in my shoes Want to fuck my hoes Want to live my life Want to rock my shows (noooo) Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips I keep a AR with them loose ass clips What type of real nigga name himself after a bag Nigga you's a hoe, a Loui Vuitton fag My name ain't dick so keep it out ya mouth It is what it is look I am Da South (that's right) Big Mac you niggas small fries You just another nigga I'm more like the franchise (whatsup) I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) Theses niggas believe me Cause bitch I'm Jeezy (Verse 3) I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta (ha ha) Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta 22's on the 2-door it sits so right Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright Make moves in the day and I ball by night 9/11 Porsche I was on that flight 5'9, 6'1 I call'em the twin towers Had them on the triple stack Hit'em both in the shower Pedal to the medal bout a buck 85 Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive (whatsup) I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real nigga so this rap shit easy (when I speak) Theses niggas believe me Cause bitch I'm Jeezy Ay... Ay... Ay... Chea... Ay

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

Biggest in the Game Biggest at the dinner Rozay and Carnage Fat boys in the building Fat boys at the Back Bounce in the buckles Belly's a bubble But the way I'ma fuck you She gon' tell me I love you These niggas keep testing Just a new hole in the desert I'm texting my reverend Please recite Psalms twenty-seven If you seen how I'm living You would think I was a villain Got my niggas deported guilty for making a killing Keep your hands off the cage boy I'm the one to put you on the front page boy Don't see none of these niggas Rozay's repertoire Professions of a hustler I pray I see tomorrow Duffle bags heavy got me on this Ross fit Never catch me slipping cause I keep my marksmen

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper