Verse 1 (Bry'Nt): She got the soul of a hustler Been around a lot of crooks That's why the girl so gutter With a model look Fronting like she leaning on 'em Robbing and scheming on 'em In actuality, they fiending So she creaming off 'em Double cross To floss Yeah, she get it, how she get it She used to rob Do frauds Through broads With credit cards and shit On levels that only cater To paper chasers See major Niggas hate her Tried to chase her To erase her Never phased her You know she know niggas is mad Before you knew it her money Went from a wallet to a duffle bag Put out a contract, and sent they best murderer But nothing could hurt her She left 'em breathless With a message Hook (Ashlyne): I keep the streets empty for me Ain't no one getting money but me I keep the streets empty for me Ain't no one getting money but me I keep the streets I keep the streets empty I keep the streets I keep the streets empty I keep the streets I keep the streets empty I keep the streets empty for me Verse 2 (Bry'Nt): Ayo she was a hustler in her mind All involved in crime life Every step she take she gotta look back Hindsight Me and her was like two peas in a pod Did my thing Under her wing Ripping off Turned into a day job 'Cause see she'd make a hundred plans To take a hundred grand The type of chick that'll kill Just to see a couple mill' Ayo for real She get what she want from niggas then she peel If they cop then bet she selling 'em Bodies dropping she catching 'em Niggas say they hungry Don't believe it They not eating Don't need reasons She'll break even If that means a little cheating She said the stash in the shoe box That's play money White dudes on top of each other She want that gay money Hook (Ashlyne) Verse 3 (Bry'Nt): I must admit I stayed around her Even though she was grimey crook She had the boy doing numbers Like I had 'em hooked Other niggas destitute Her dough was growing by the foot She ain't like the rest of fools 'Cause she ain't do it by the book No casino Life's a gamble for them c-notes So every time she got a one they followed by two zeros Knick-knack paddywhack Thick stacks Back to back She tossed it in her circle like a hacky sack Then they got the message But it's basic and it's simple Rushing Far from being threatened They just popped up like a pimple Busting She took her last breath Last step Nothing left Dropped her in a fast death Pre-hook (Ashlyne): When you hear my feet When you feel my heat All you bum bitches better back up back to fleet Keep the streets empty for me Keep the streets empty for me When you hear my roar Better lock the doors If I catch you on my corner then I declare war Keep the streets empty for me Ain't no one getting money but me Hook (Ashlyne)

Verse 1 (Bry'Nt): She got the soul of a hustler Been around a lot of crooks That's why the girl so gutter With a model look Fronting like she leaning on 'em Robbing and scheming on 'em In actuality, they fiending So she creaming off 'em Double cross To floss Yeah, she get it, how she get it She used to rob Do frauds Through broads With credit cards and shit On levels that only cater To paper chasers See major Niggas hate her Tried to chase her To erase her Never phased her You know she know niggas is mad Before you knew it her money Went from a wallet to a duffle bag Put out a contract, and sent they best murderer But nothing could hurt her She left 'em breathless With a message Hook (Ashlyne): I keep the streets empty for me Ain't no one getting money but me I keep the streets empty for me Ain't no one getting money but me I keep the streets I keep the streets empty I keep the streets I keep the streets empty I keep the streets I keep the streets empty I keep the streets empty for me Verse 2 (Bry'Nt): Ayo she was a hustler in her mind All involved in crime life Every step she take she gotta look back Hindsight Me and her was like two peas in a pod Did my thing Under her wing Ripping off Turned into a day job 'Cause see she'd make a hundred plans To take a hundred grand The type of chick that'll kill Just to see a couple mill' Ayo for real She get what she want from niggas then she peel If they cop then bet she selling 'em Bodies dropping she catching 'em Niggas say they hungry Don't believe it They not eating Don't need reasons She'll break even If that means a little cheating She said the stash in the shoe box That's play money White dudes on top of each other She want that gay money Hook (Ashlyne) Verse 3 (Bry'Nt): I must admit I stayed around her Even though she was grimey crook She had the boy doing numbers Like I had 'em hooked Other niggas destitute Her dough was growing by the foot She ain't like the rest of fools 'Cause she ain't do it by the book No casino Life's a gamble for them c-notes So every time she got a one they followed by two zeros Knick-knack paddywhack Thick stacks Back to back She tossed it in her circle like a hacky sack Then they got the message But it's basic and it's simple Rushing Far from being threatened They just popped up like a pimple Busting She took her last breath Last step Nothing left Dropped her in a fast death Pre-hook (Ashlyne): When you hear my feet When you feel my heat All you bum bitches better back up back to fleet Keep the streets empty for me Keep the streets empty for me When you hear my roar Better lock the doors If I catch you on my corner then I declare war Keep the streets empty for me Ain't no one getting money but me Hook (Ashlyne)