Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
To say, yeah
Ayy
Brand new 'Rari for all my bitches, last year
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah

Brand new wagon for all my bitches, lifestyle vicious (Lifestyle vicious)
'Cause she was an angel turned to a?savage,?hope?she forgive me
Blood?on her shoes,?she tell me they Loub
I know that she Christian, payin' my dues
More motion than old dude (Ayy)
She know what she missing (Ayy)
Lifestyle sponsored by who? (Ayy)
Trench kid comin' in two (Yeah)
Had a Hellcat parked in the zoo (Yeah)
In the two-seater, I make room
For me and your friends, and you
And they don't gotta know what we do
Just me and your friends, and you (Oh, yeah)
Before I let you fall for nothin'
I tell you to stand for somethin'
You must need a hand or somethin'
You must got a man or somethin'
You must fuck up the plans or somethin'
You was fuckin' that nigga for nothin', you're better off fuckin' my mans for some'
Are you gonna plan or somethin'? Nah

Heart cold since I lost my dog
I don't love these streets at all
Heart cold since I lost my dog
I don't love these streets at all
I don't love these streets at all (At all)
Yeah
Heart cold since I lost my dog

Heart cold, I lost my friends
We gon' spin and spin again
I done seen bitches go when the money get low, but I'm back on ten again
I was raised with the killers, they cutthroat
I'll sit in the kitchen and cut coke
I just wanted a Moncler puff' coat
And this winter, I'm getting it again
I'm Toure, not Tory
On a feature with Vory
I'm bored, I'm flexing my muscle
I hop out the foreign and walk in the back of the store
Go get what I want when I want to
Heart cold, I lost my dog
I don't love these streets at all
It was war on the nine, I ain't wear Louboutins, but got blood on my sneaks and all
Hoppin' out with my mask tight
Switch on the glick with the flashlight
I'm getting rich, but I'm still riding dirty, might get the assist on the bad night
I hop in trench with the pot and the scale, I'll cook you a fish if the cash right
Pickin' my bitch and that pussy so wet, shit, you might've been a fish in a past life
I done turned up the bitches I fuck with
I done lost all the niggas I trusted
Feel like it run in the family
Everywhere at my granny's, that work that I had, I flushed it
The streets crazy, I done seen it
Said I don't love you, I don't mean it
My brother died right before a drive
Write your name inside the cement

Heart cold since I lost my dog
I don't love these streets at all
Heart cold since I lost my dog
I don't love these streets at all
I don't love these streets at all (At all)
Yeah
Heart cold since I lost my dog