The Streets

I’m just chilling, counting bands, making music who are you?

Run into me in the streets we bout to have a problem too

All you haters lame as ****, what you got to ****in’ prove?

I’m just chilling, making moves, run it up, make that money move

I’m just chilling, counting bands, makin' music who are you?

Run into me in the streets we bout to have a problem too

All you haters lame as ****, what you got to ****in’ prove?

I’m just chillin’ makin' moves, run it up, make that money move

Double up the money like it’s magic

Drippin’ like a faucet i got fashion, aye

Old soul steady rakin’ all that cash in

***** i can’t stand a hater that keep capping

Count it up, ***** i count up them bands

Now ya shawty wanna get in my pants

But old soul, old soul got the stick so quit playing

But whatchu know bout supply and demand? Aye

I’m just chilling, counting bands, making music who are you?

Run into me in the streets we bout to have a problem too

All you haters lame as ****, what you got to ****in’ prove?

I’m just chilling, making moves, run it up, make that money move

I’m just chilling, counting bands, making music who are you?

Run into me in the streets we bout to have a problem too

All you haters lame as ****, what you got to ****in’ prove?

I’m just chillin, making moves, run it up, make that money move