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

[Chorus]
Bitch, I made you, took you out the trap, I done saved you
Now you actin’ brand new, ungrateful
Fake ass love, I hate you
Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful
I ain't tryna wife you, ain't no label
Ain't no cuffin’, ain't no fakin’
Bitch, I hate you, bitch, 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, bitch, give it up
I was stuck in that cell, you ain't pick me up
You was out fuckin' ops, you a grimy slut
Lil’ ho, you be talkin’ like you big dawg
I know n***as hit that pussy in a rent-all
Tryna play me like I’m soft, bitch, I spin y’all
My new bitch got that Glock, knock your chin off
You was out creepin’, now you say you miss me?
Bitch, 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***as
[Chorus]
Bitch, I made you, took you out the trap, I done saved you
Now you actin’ brand new, ungrateful
Fake ass love, I hate you
Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful
I ain't tryna wife you, ain't no label
Ain't no cuffin’, ain't no fakin’
Bitch, I hate you, bitch, I hate you

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you fake as fuck, 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***as that done had you timed up
Lil' ho, get the fuck out, you ain't shit to me
I got money, I got killers, ain't no sympathy
I done seen n***as 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***a try play
Still pop out at night, still slide broad day
Still fuck what you say, bitch, stay out my way
N***as mad, let 'em hate, we gettin' money every day

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