Who you fucking if it ain't me
You about to make me say things
You about to drive me crazy
Really thought I was ya baby
Who you callin on the low low
You be fuckin with these broke hoes
I'm ashamed to even claim you
Can't believe that's it's the same you
Don't you know I (don't you know I)
I know that you belong to the streets
You laying with her
You playing with me
Said I know that you belong to the streets
So don't you go saying
That you belonging to me

No no
Oh no
Don't go
You belong to the streets
And I'm just a rose from concrete
Ohh
Look at the bitches they testing my patience
Big altercation, all of her pages
Posting ya pictures they all on ya page
And I can't keep my patience, my self control
You really out here entertaining these hoes
I know what you doing
I know what I know
Don't tell me I'm wrong
Don't tell me: It's goals

You ain't nothing real
You ain't from the soul
You want all my shine
You digging for gold
You let em inside
I show you the door
I show you the door
You belong to the streets

Hey
Don't come fucking with me
No oh oh oh
You belong
You belong
You belong
You belong to the streets
You belong to these streets
Ooh who

Belong to the streets
You laying with her, you laying with her
Then you laying with me
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets

You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
You belong to the streets
Vocalizing