Cold Streets lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Man, this real street sh*t, ain't no love out here
You think somebody gon’ hold you down? Ha
n*gga, I been through it all, let me talk my sh*t

[Chorus]
b*tch, I made you, took you out the trap, I done saved you
Now you actin’ brand new, ungrateful
Fake ass love, I hate you
b*tch, you ungrateful, b*tch, you ungrateful
I ain't tryna wife you, ain't no label
Ain't no cuffin’, ain't no fakin’
b*tch, I hate you, b*tch, I hate you

[Verse 1]
I was broke, you ain’t slide, you ain't hit me up
Now I’m up, now you mad, b*tch, give it up
I was stuck in that cell, you ain't pick me up
You was out f*ckin' ops, you a grimy sl*t
Lil’ ho, you be talkin’ like you big dawg
I know n*ggas hit that pus*y in a rent-all
Tryna play me like I’m soft, b*tch, I spin y’all
My new b*tch got that Glock, knock your chin off
You was out creepin’, now you say you miss me?
b*tch, you just a fan, keep lurkin’, keep dissin’
I was on them blocks with thе killers and the villains
You was in them clubs, givin’ top to thеm n*ggas
[Chorus]
b*tch, I made you, took you out the trap, I done saved you
Now you actin’ brand new, ungrateful
Fake ass love, I hate you
b*tch, you ungrateful, b*tch, you ungrateful
I ain't tryna wife you, ain't no label
Ain't no cuffin’, ain't no fakin’
b*tch, I hate you, b*tch, I hate you

[Verse 2]
b*tch, you fake as f*ck, I should’ve left you in the mud
Talkin’ ‘bout you love me, nah, you just love the drugs
I know all your secrets, I can get you lined up
I know all the n*ggas that done had you timed up
Lil' ho, get the f*ck out, you ain't sh*t to me
I got money, I got killers, ain't no sympathy
I done seen n*ggas lose they life for a petty beef
I done put my heart into the streets, ain't no savin’ me
Still ride with the K, case a n*gga try play
Still pop out at night, still slide broad day
Still f*ck what you say, b*tch, stay out my way
n*ggas mad, let 'em hate, we gettin' money every day

[Chorus]
b*tch, I made you, took you out the trap, I done saved you
Now you actin’ brand new, ungrateful
Fake ass love, I hate you
b*tch, you ungrateful, b*tch, you ungrateful
I ain't tryna wife you, ain't no label
Ain't no cuffin’, ain't no fakin’
b*tch, I hate you, b*tch, I hate you
[Outro]
Nah, don't hit my line, don't text me
Ain't sh*t to talk about, you dead to me
Cold streets made me, you ain't break me
And I don’t need no b*tch tryna save me