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No Love In The Streets Video (MV)




Performed By: Jack
Featuring: M Huncho
Written by: Jack, M Huncho




Jack - No Love In The Streets Lyrics




[ Featuring M Huncho ]

I need me 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 thinks I need her
If she thinks I need her

This bitch is cappin' if she thinks I need her
I do not need her
Baby I'm buying and selling this reefer
And the money's first she could not ever just come in between us
I give my all to the streets
Got nothing back in return
I done some work in my field
F*ck everybody there is no one to please
F*ck everybody that roll on the set
Stuck in a life where I always repent
I'm stuck in a place where I'm full of resentment
Still I'll be better than if people had left
Can't sell my soul for a couple of checks
Sometimes I think I should roll with a vest
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 say it 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 rhyme
I could rhyme, I could rhyme

I need me 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 thinks I need her
If she thinks I need her

Watch me turn my dreams to reality
Vul mijn glas, vul mijn glas vol met Hennesy
Ik heb 20 doezoe voor een enemy
Ik heb 20 doezoe voor een enemy
In de club en 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 Louboes, die Chanel, die Gucci, die Louis, die Prada
Die maken haar klets nat
Die maken haar

Gooi een doezoe in Didato
Nu wil ze met me naar Monaco
Mijn ogen rood door die gelato
Mijn ogen rood door die gelato
(?)
Ik ben op cash, je bitch die gaat mee
Mijn cirkel is klein, net DVD
We getting paid

I need me 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 thinks I need her
If she thinks I need her
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I need me 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 thinks I need her
If she thinks I need her

This bitch is cappin' if she thinks I need her
I do not need her
Baby I'm buying and selling this reefer
And the money's first she could not ever just come in between us
I give my all to the streets
Got nothing back in return
I done some work in my field
F*ck everybody there is no one to please
F*ck everybody that roll on the set
Stuck in a life where I always repent
I'm stuck in a place where I'm full of resentment
Still I'll be better than if people had left
Can't sell my soul for a couple of checks
Sometimes I think I should roll with a vest
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 say it 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 rhyme
I could rhyme, I could rhyme

I need me 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 thinks I need her
If she thinks I need her

Watch me turn my dreams to reality
Vul mijn glas, vul mijn glas vol met Hennesy
Ik heb 20 doezoe voor een enemy
Ik heb 20 doezoe voor een enemy
In de club en 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 Louboes, die Chanel, die Gucci, die Louis, die Prada
Die maken haar klets nat
Die maken haar

Gooi een doezoe in Didato
Nu wil ze met me naar Monaco
Mijn ogen rood door die gelato
Mijn ogen rood door die gelato
(?)
Ik ben op cash, je bitch die gaat mee
Mijn cirkel is klein, net DVD
We getting paid

I need me 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 thinks I need her
If she thinks I need her
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Writer: Jack, M Huncho
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