[Kelly Rowland]
Ooh, there go my baby daddy
Pulling up like "Hey girl, leggo"
Ooh, see I ain't pushing that Caddy
We never leaving this place
Mmm, it's all go (it's all go)
It's so throwed (so throwed)
So throwed (so throwed)
Ooh, the hood ain't ready
It's the mentality of hate
 

Coming from the street life we know, it's letting go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know don't write no notes
It's like parole with the time we're facing
 

Ooh, ain't nobody gone help
Ooh, tryna survive themselves
Ooh, these are cards we are dealt
The name of the game is money
 

The newspaper call it street life
The recession eating me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
So I can breathe
Everybody round me tryna get to the money
Including me
 

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Ooh, my best friend named Abby
Be up in and leave like waiter, XO
Ooh, and she be rolling that fatty
And puffing long as it takes
Yeah, cause life is so cold (so cold)
So cold (so cold)
And he’s foes go
You're the truth is her mind ain't ready
For what she got the next day
 

Coming from the street life we know, it's letting go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know don't write no notes
It’s like parole with the time we're facing
 

Ooh, ain't nobody gone help
Ooh, tryna survive themselves
Ooh, these are cards we are dealt
Momma didn't raise no dummy
 

Headline read street life
The recession eating me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
So I can breathe
Everybody 'round me tryna get to the money
 

[Pusha T]
We just trying to get to the money
This for my niggas with them full baby mamas
Ceiling full of commas
Saving your receipts cause she never keep a promise
This presidential Rollie don't make me Obama
So don't judge me by my jewelry, please, your honor
The persona of this dope dealing summertime
Top dropper wintertime
Fool ain't fox rocker
Woo, what it be like
It’s just king pushing Kelly roll
Giving you the street life
Braaap!
 

[Kelly Rowland]
Coming from the street life we know, it's letting go
We like to go to school for education
But the street life we know don't write no notes
It’s like parole with the time we’re facing
 

Ooh, ain't nobody gone help
Ooh, tryna survive themselves
Ooh, these are cards we are dealt
Nigga, ain't shit round here funny
 

Tell Obama bout the street life
The recession eating me alive
Tryna get where the breeze is nice
So I can breathe
Everybody round me tryna get to the money
Including me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo!