[Intro]
B-b-billion dollar rob
Yeah, okay

[Verse 1]
It's more than just music, I really live m
Fact rap, used to be local but now I'm worldwide
[?] handle but now I'm certified
I promise every city I go to, I tell 'em "West side"
Gang ties all through the projects, I'm talkin' East side
Boujie blood way out in Hamptons, with all the rich whites
Shootouts, thats what I came from, like what's the fistfight?
Called [?] just 'cause I had to, but that was back then
Fo' life, savin' them sunset, I'm bumpin' MAC-10
Black Benz, AMG kitted, back on the one-ten
Lil' lean, couple pours, yeah, now I'm all in
Always answerin' calls from the homies in the state pen

[Chorus]
Yeah, in these streets you would think she's a lady, but at home
(You motherfuckin' freaks, yeah)
Yeah, in these streets you would think she's a lady, but at home
(I like it though)
(You would never know)
Yeah, in these streets you would think she's a lady, but at home
[Verse 2]
You can usually find me rollin' the gas, blowin' on grass
Gotta ho'll flash if you show her the cash, she good
Dime pieces all in the DM, they see I lost some pounds
If you plan on keepin' lil' mama, please don't bring around
Shit, turn up the sound, this that groovy shit
[?] young Jay Worth, this that movie shit
Dough Boy makin' the plays, we gon' stay paid
Sound like a cliche, but if you ain't with us
Then you prolly in the fuckin' way, thousand dollar dinners
For me and my hitters, pullin' all fast, bumpin' spitter
N***a, seein' is believin', you can picture me rollin'
It ain't easy, but I'm grateful, so I keep on goin'
This beat sound like the ocean, PC8's coastin'
Lil' mama can't help herself, so I'm just gon' go with it, hol' up

[Chorus]
Yeah, in these streets you would think she's a lady, but at home
Yeah, in these streets you would think she's a lady, but at home
Yeah
Yeah, in these streets you would think she's a lady, but at home

[Outro]
I been waitin'
Buyin' thousand dollar dinners, baby