Soundsmith - Streets On Lock lyrics

[Bler Da Vinci] (Loso wat up baby snow man lets get it) Look at me now baby, it's a beautiful thing (yea yea) We gettin alot of money over here (it's alot of money n***a) Alot of cars parked outside to you see me n***a Ladies like me to alot of b**hes love me [Fabolous] You know me I get my funny style thing on 100 thou bling on money Yao Ming long I'm doing arenas, 20 thousand long With a funny smile that ya honey child cling on I pull up like the diaper brand In a brown G.T with the cream leather seats but the pipe with stands I might dig a model or even pipe a singer I move dude just as smooth as a sniper finger And I blow money cause I know money Come thru like a storm and make it snow money I was on the road gettin 20 for blow money Now I'm on the road gettin 20 a show money Same sh** different toilet I'mma four-fifth-aholic a semi-automatic addict I'll turn a well known face into a John Doe Do it like the russians when they caught up with Lonzo [Hook: Fabolous] + (Bleu Da Vinci) I got the streets on lock cuz heats on co*k cuz cuz (cause you know we got cake to get) I got packs on tha block like stack in my sock like like (and my n***as can't wait to flip) And the girls wanna holla now some wanna follow now now (its crazy how they chase the kid) Necklace gliss look check this wrist look look (and you n***as ain't taking sh**) [Bleu Da Vinci] You know me 1.3 for the neck wear About another 500 for the wrist band they Want us to catch a case get us up outta here Cause the ????? chickens is hatchin right here And you know this my word all my life here These n***as gettin this money ain't goin nowhere You see the shade of the 6 luey day grey Same color as the jeep and I be gettin that doe Gotta make bread keep that flip this make the cake spread And they say we gettin big now n***as wanna stop and holla at the kid now Cause the j**els gettin stupin in the light And the maybach on 22s his angel wings white All of a sudden b**hes right we got the streets on lock like like [Hook] [Young Jeezy] You know me, yea I get my B.M.F on, Four-Fifth the weapon Better wear ya teflon (ayyy) We call it chicken and noodles; point blank range left chicken and noodles (hahaaaa) And you ain't talkin bout nothin - not a damn thing (nope) I'm a boss I got Juice like the magazine (yeeeahhhhh) Chopper on deck, extra magazine, and erday I see Feds like the magazine (hahaaaaa) I told him look in the Source; got two record deals, that's why I'm drivin this Porsche (yeah) I don't need a Phantom when I'm in the Bentley Coupe (why?) The boy gets ghost like he hung in a noose (OK) Suicide, it's a suicide (ayyy) - whole clique wearin black like somebody died (daaammnnnn) But the only one dying is you - got the streets on lock what you tryna do (ayyyy) [Hook]