"No Love In The Streets" songtekst
(feat. M Huncho)
Niaggi, this that overseas drip
[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
[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
