Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Belong to the Streets, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 13.02.2017
Song language: English
Belong to the Streets |
| Look, I got my money right now |
| No more month to month |
| I can buy this shit right now |
| Shining so bright I don’t need to buy no more ice now |
| They say no more A.B.N. |
| for 'Ro, he is so polite now |
| I know my haters wanna see me down |
| I’m doing rich nigga shit everytime they see me now |
| Didn’t believe me at first, I bet they believe me now |
| She used to see me everyday, It ain’t that easy now |
| Cause I’m always on my grind |
| Not the average nigga, I won’t be home by nine |
| Anytime you wanna see me, baby |
| All you gotta do is turn on the TV, baby |
| You ain’t gotta keep blowing up my phone all day |
| I’ma handle my business, then I’m on my way |
| Right after I put you to sleep I’m right back out the door |
| I’m trying to turn 2 into 4 and then 4 into more |
| My heart belongs to the street, belongs to the street |
| But my love belongs to you, belongs to you |
| If I don’t work, then I don’t eat, then I don’t eat |
| When I reach my quota, I’ll fuck with you, with you |
| I be all across the country chasing money everywhere |
| You ain’t talking about no money then how could I ever care |
| Always at my hustle, these fellas are never there |
| And instead of looking over my shoulder I said a prayer, god bless |
| And Lord knows everybody had Air Jordans, I couldn’t afford those |
| They used to talk about me cause I wore them poor clothes |
| So it ain’t no love for niggas or for hoes |
| First of the month keep coming back just like a boomerang |
| And I keep on living like this, I gotta do the same «Hell yeah» |
| So I got shit to do, shit to do |
| But I can’t wait to give this dick to you |
| I got to meet a couple people on my way home |
| Seem like we never get to kick it cause I stay gone |
| But when I look at how we living, I’m not tripping |
| So glad to see you I’m gon fuck you right here in the kitchen |
| My heart belongs to the street, belongs to the street |
| But my love belongs to you, belongs to you |
| If I don’t work, then I don’t eat, then I don’t eat |
| When I reach my quota, I’ll fuck with you, with you |