Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Love , by - Bankroll Freddie. Release date: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Street Love |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bankroll |
| True story, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I fell in love with the dope game (Dope game), I wasn’t supposed to (Nah) |
| But mama stressed out and bills late, so what I’m gon' do? |
| (I gotta get it) |
| I hit the street headfirst, now I’m the man (The man) |
| And mama single mother so she doin' what she can (I got you) |
| Ayy, what you know 'bout comin' home, evictions on the door? |
| (Damn) |
| And I ain’t wanna rob, so the dope game what I chose |
| The money came fast and I started gettin' it in |
| I got addicted to the trap, and now I’m ten years in, swear that I gotta |
| Had to let it go (Trap, trap, trap) |
| Looks like another love T.K.O. |
| (Ayy, I fell in love with the street shit) |
| Woah (Yeah) |
| Think I better let it go (But this shit made me the man I am today) |
| Looks like another love T.K.O. |
| (Ayy, I’m saved by the bale for real, nigga) |
| Woah (On God) |
| I met a plug, and I was only seventeen (My migo) |
| He say he had the good, and he had it for the cheap (Gas) |
| I bought 'em for four-fifty and I sold 'em for the nine (Woo) |
| So every time I re-up, always double what was mine (I doubled up) |
| I started gettin' heavy, gettin' stupid clientele (I'm heavy) |
| The next thing I know, I was bustin' down bales (Bales) |
| I started coppin' twenty, so he front me what I buy |
| Got my first fifty racks and threw them bitches to the sky (To the sky) |
| (Gotta let it go), but ain’t no stoppin' |
| I was makin' 10K a week, and nigga, it’s profit (Racks) |
| I started to expand and I started gettin' bigger (Woo) |
| Started fuckin' with this nigga named Six-Nine up in Memphis |
| Big fat nigga, man, the boy was movin' pounds (Pounds) |
| He had a big cousin and the boy was gettin' down (Gettin') |
| He scored a hundred pounds, man, each and every week |
| I thought that boy was one hundred 'til he sent me with police (Rat) |
| Had to let it go (Money Makin' Bank, ooh, girl, there goes Freddie) |
| Looks like another love T.K.O. |
| (Ayy, Bankroll, ayy, Bankroll) |
| Woah (Yeah) |
| Think I better let it go (Ayy, man, I love the game, you know, I love the |
| hustle, know a nigga got dope) |
| Looks like another love T.K.O. |
| (A nigga can leave the league, but if I leave) |
| Woah (Is fans still gon' love me?) |
| The streets don’t love nobody, bro |