Street Money chords and lyrics - CYCO

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[Intro 1]
[Em]
[B]
[Bm]
[Em]I'm on

[Verse 1]
the grind 24,
see ain't no way I can stop it
I need some [D]fresh chicks with a bad bitch
4G's in my pocket
I'm out for [Em]the profit,
me say to that bad bitch don't knock it
Just love it or leave it,
I'm saying it might be hard to retrieve it
I'm bending the law,
the way that you just seen what you saw
I'm breaking them all,
[D]I'm good until you're uncut raw
[Em]I stroll wit[B]h a limp,
I'm also known to
the street as a gangster pimp
I [Em]figure that I'm that nigga
that you [D]need to roll with,
come can't [Em]ap proach
you with game,
things of that nature is lame
I let myself shine,
[D]soon you find yourself as my dame
The only [Em]thing that'll change
is now you rolling with me
The streets will still stay the same,
they as [D]cold as can be
But I'm [Em]a hustler to survive,
open your eyes and believe
I ain't [G]gassed off [Em]the name
or [D]the dames or the money
My [Em]focus is stability, facility
Mama, you put your money on the winner,
not [D]the center of drama
In [Em]these streets, baby,
that's where I spend my [D]time
It's gotta be my [Em]heart, sugar,
that be havin' me on the [D]grind
[Em]Don't think I can let it go,
but best believe I'm gonna [D]shine
[B]And I can't rest until these
[Bm]streets are [D]mine[Em]
Why do we like that?
Why do we like that?
these streets, baby
Why do [Bm]we like t[Em]hat?
Why do we like that?
In streets, baby
Why do we like that?
Why do we like that?
In these [B]streets, baby
Why do we like [Em]that?
Why [D]do we like that?
With both [Em]of us doing our part,
we can live on the stars
I'm out here getting it,
living off of [D]spitting these bars
That brings [Em]the hatred
and makes a difficult situation
Impatience and [D]frustration,
havin' this [Em]way?
Nah, I run a tighter ship than that
Enjoy the finer things,
cuz hustlin' minor brings the stress,
[B]Just let me drive and watch
[Em]us blow like bomb
Cuz in these streets,
my concentration [D]gotta be sharp,
feel me?
[Bm]All I know i[Em]s all my life
I had to get out in the
streets and get it right
You know you [Bm]can't [Em]change [D]me so baby,
[Em]come on
Is my history hustlin' [D]all in me?
[Bm]Not [B]even for y[Em]ou,
I'd [Bm]leave the streets, [D]yeah
[Em]In these streets, baby
That's where I spend my time
It's [Bm]gotta be my [Em]heart, sugar
That be havin' me on the [D]grind
[Em]Don't think I can let it go
But best believe I'm gonna shine
[B]And I can't rest
Until these [D]streets are mine
[Em]My niggas camp on jackboots
Pack clips, stack chips, clack dudes
Mak[D]in' big moves for the [Em]cheese,
only fuckin' with G's
And stay blunted,
tryna go from hunnid spokes to the S -500
Without gettin' hunted,
my yellow jacket's in task force
My people, my paper,
the two [D]things that I blast for
With [B]deadly preci[Em]sion,
I'm tryna make a decision
On how to multiply this paper,
nigga, [D]that's how I'm livin'
On [Em]these streets
You can't fault [B]me
for all the things that I've
been bein' through
[Em]Pushin' weight, they pushin'
the [D]bride up off the avenue
[B]Psycho, she [Em]so cruel,
you know the [B]rules
Pay your [Em]dues,
you ain't got nothin' to lose
So just choose,
I'm a hustler slash pimp
The average nigga's role model
[C]Send a bitch with [Em]good intentions,
[D]hoping that she [Em]fol lows
But [B]I can't change me,
cause I am who I am
And [Em]I got to make my scrilla,
that's the [D]only way I [Em]can
In these streets, uh -huh, come on
Why [Bm]do me like that?
Why do [Em]me like that?
In these streets, baby
Why do me like that?
Why do me like that?
In these streets, baby
Why do me like [D]that?
Why do [Em]me like that?
In these streets, baby
Why do me like that?
Why do me like that?
These streets, baby,
that's where I spend my [D]time
It's gotta be my [Em]heart, sugar,
that be havin' me on the [D]grind
[Em]Don't think I can let it go,
but best believe I'm gonna [D]shine
[B]And I can't rest
until these [Bm]streets are [D]mine[Em][B]
[Bm]
[D]You