Drake - The Streets lyrics

[Intro: Drake] Okay, okay, okay [Verse: Drake] Demons just got out the can I get my dough in advance Love is just not in my plans Not even taking a chance Studio right in my yard I’m doing ten in a week How long I been on this streak? Dream about work in my sleep Okay, I got a lock in the streets Shoutout to T.E.D. 3 And he rollin’ here ’cause of me You don’t know nothing ’bout me Life with my brothers is deep Long as they are on they feet Long as they pockets is grease I’m in the penthouse, but still nothing is sweet Yosalinda with the pen issa sweep Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet I heard you’re new sh** and I’m kissing my teeth Jheeze! [Verse: Giggs] Gimme that dirty, dirty Ringing that dirty, dirty Bringing that certi Ringing off thirty And you already know I love them breast, lookin’ all perky Lookin’ all christmas giftwrap, lookin’ all turkey Spin jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchey Fingers all itching, twitching, lookin’ all jerky Even that white girl, cooking that Cersei I was pushing that dark sh**, pushing that charcoal Like this is that big bag, this is Gustavo Look at them jokers, look at that a**hole Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough Clap man, dominant murder I’m a black man, government earner Coulda just slapped man, but he wanted it further Batman, tu-nu-nu-tu-du!