[Jack:] I need to make me some money ‘Cause there is no love in the streets ‘Cause there is no love in the streets There is no love in the streets That bitch is cappin’ if she think I need her If she think I need her
[M Huncho:] This bitch is cappin’ if she thinks I need her I do not need her Baby, I’m buying and selling this Reefa And the money chase, he cannot ever just come in between us I give my all to the streets Got nothing back in return I done some work on my feet Fuck everybody, there’s no one to please Fuck everybody that roll on the set Stuck in a line for a [?] Stuck in a place where I’m full of resemblance Still there’ll be various people in line Crossing myself for a couple of checks Sometimes I think I shall roll with a vest And sometimes I wonder if I’ll pass the test So I can give it a rest I just got so much to say I don’t have no one to sin to I’ma just keep it inside I can lie, but my eyes, they never lie Wrote my path before I knew that I could write I could write, I could write
[Jack:] I need to make me some money ‘Cause there is no love in the streets ‘Cause there is no love in the streets There is no love in the streets That bitch is cappin’ if she think I need her If she think I need her I need to make me some money ‘Cause there is no love in the streets ‘Cause there is no love in the streets There is no love in the streets That bitch is cappin’ if she think I need her If she think I need her
Watch me turn my dreams to reality Vul m’n glas, vul m’n glas met Hennessy Ik heb twintig doezoe voor een enemy Ik heb twintig doezoe voor een enemy In de club, we bestellen die trein Gucci-jacka die verbergt de pijn Balenciaga’s, verschillende kleuren Ik heb die baddies, ze blijven maar zeuren Geen Steve-O, maar je bitch die geeft Jack ass Trapjack, want we branden rubber op die wegdek Maar ik ben de weg zat Die Loubou’s, die Chanel, die Gucci, die Louis, die Prada Die maken d’r klets nat, die maken d’r Gooi een doezoe in Didato Nu wil ze met me naar Monaco M’n ogen rood door die Gelato M’n ogen rood door die Gelato You know what to say Ik ben op cash, je bitch die gaat mee M’n cirkel is klein, net DVD We getting paid
I need to make me some money ‘Cause there is no love in the streets ‘Cause there is no love in the streets There is no love in the streets That bitch is cappin’ if she think I need her If she think I need her