Lyrics Street Lottery - Zay Bandz, Yung Bleu

Street Lottery

All I ever wanted was the mufuckin' money 10, 20, 50 keep it comin' I’m running
to that money yea I’m running I’m running to that money yea I’m running
Street lottery
I’m a young rap nigga I might fuck a nigga bitch bunch a young trap niggas I
might take a nigga shit I just hit another lick I just ran off wit' a brick ill
just shoot another zip cuz' you know that I’m the shit I’m not fuckin' wit no
syrup bitch I’m walkin' wit a limp I might tell like a blimp I just had to
check my temp' she gone suck me till I drip I get love in my city fucked her
wit' the pistol on me we make love in my tenni’s I got drugs in my kidneys
drugs in the ceiling we not lovin' these bitches we not lovin' these bitches
yea I’m pushin' the drop top we makin the cops watch I’m poppin' like pop rocks
we got the key to the block block and I’m medicated pussy medicated but they
steadily hatin' on the you don’t know what I did you don’t know where I been
all the trials and cases all the smiling faces aye yay ya
All I ever wanted was the mufuckin' money 10, 20, 50 keep it comin' I’m running
to that money yea I’m running I’m running to that money yea I’m running
Street lottery
In the foreign I’m a smash out hit the lotto like a scratch out hid a hunnid'
at my trap house I got what you want at my trap house street lottery you can’t
lie to me gotta couple shooters they my prodigy’s gotta have them bands just to
talk to me if I gotta that’s an extra fee I just wanna ball like I hit the
lotto I just filled a ball of that good gelato and you know this gas comes from
Colorado I just spent some cash on a super model street money like bank roll
cash money like baby now hunnid rounds in my draco hell naw we ain’t savin'
them cash around all these freak hoes hell naw we ain’t saving them aww no no
no no
All I ever wanted was the mufuckin' money 10, 20, 50 keep it comin' I’m running
to that money yea I’m running I’m running to that money yea I’m running
Street lottery