Run The Streets

Used to run the streets But now I got me a queen baby Looking at you nasty Already know what It mean baby I be tryna figure out How you got in them jeans baby Now I can not live with you You all I need baby Used to run the streets But now I got me a queen baby Looking at you nasty Already know what It mean baby I be tryna figure out How you got in them jeans baby Now I can not live with you You all I need baby Used to acting Hollywood She belong on the Boulevard Till I gave her dealings I'm Kardinal imma pull your Kards Stars above my head Just like the ones that you walking on I ain't with the chasing The way you pacing I did a jog I ain't tryna bother you mama So never get It wrong I'm just tryna find out And see what timing my dinner on Take you out to Nobu And show you them niggas living wrong Take a trip to Cabo And get a bottle Romanée Con Figured you get the best I'm licking It off ya chest The way we making a movie While we stick to the script Look like you wanna do me Way you biting ya lips Baby you could've fooled me Then you started to strip Yea Yea Baby do I like what I see Yea Yea Shit can get enticing with me Yea Yea Went from spending nights in the streets Yea Yea Straight to living life on a beach Used to run the streets But now I got me a queen baby Looking at you nasty Already know what It mean baby I be tryna figure out How you got in them jeans baby Now I can not live with you You all I need baby Used to run the streets But now I got me a queen baby Looking at you nasty Already know what It mean baby I be tryna figure out How you got in them jeans baby Now I can not live with you You all I need baby Need work Baby I show you just how the street work All day Running my mind I know your feet hurt Long day Get to crib take off my t-shirt Shawty Something I marry (Amiri) but not the jeans Her Boss babe When you on the scene you lookin mean baby Often You ever catch me I'm with the team baby Offense Dodging these bitches but give you D baby Coffin Killing the competition we seen baby 6 figure Baby don't worry bout all these mixed signals Stick with ya Holding It down I make ya wrist glitter Bag getter You get em mad and make a bitch bitter Baby want Chanel You keep It real I go and get It Living like a king So everything Is copacetic Doing what you do And when it's due you gone get ya credit Rollie on ya wrist The vvs's It get embedded Thanks for everything that You ever did You could get ya wedding Used to run the streets But now I got me a queen baby Looking at you nasty Already know what It mean baby I be tryna figure out How you got in them jeans baby Now I can not live with you You all I need baby Used to run the streets But now I got me a queen baby Looking at you nasty Already know what It mean baby I be tryna figure out How you got in them jeans baby Now I can not live with you You all I need baby