HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES (Explicit) - Kid Cudi

Lyrics by：Jean Baptiste/Scott Mescudi/Kyle Edwards/Mike McHenry/Larus Arnarson/Laura Nyro

Composed by：Jean Baptiste/Scott Mescudi/Kyle Edwards/Mike McHenry/Larus Arnarson/Laura Nyro

Produced by：Kid Cudi/Days of 1993/LASTNGHT/Jean Baptiste

I swear to God I'm nice nigga go

Things I need

Yeah

Loving lots of w**d huh

Yuh

In this lucid dream

Trippy trippy

'Til there's one just small caviat

Yeah

She said "Come show me boy"

I say that

Neva did you imagine Ma'

Say what you need from me

Yeah

Yeah

I got you aight Ma'

Yuh

They know I'm that nigga they know

They know

Keep my focus stay low

Stay low

All we want out these evenings

Baby look I'm a star

Ain't no games ain't no running

Watch me move honey

Call me up if you lonely lonely

Yeah

Hit the streets in my Nikes

Get 'em

Just in rose gold

Watch it up high oh

And they can't surf no boy

Yeah

Been did it before yah

Huh

Hey you get money baby baby

Yeah

Yeah

I like the way

Yeah

You don't hide

Yeah

We ride my wave 'til sun-sunlight

To ride the wave we don't hide

We ride my wave ain't sober

You flow that girl she open the shows

Yeah

Got my tequila in this moment

Can't deny that she goes she goes

And I get that feeling uh

That I care about the glow

Big business yeah yeah yeah

They say "That nigga too cold"

Hit the streets in my Nikes

Get 'em

Just in rose gold

Watch it up high oh

Let's go

And they can't surf no boy

Surfing surfing

Been did it before yah

Yah

Hey you get money baby baby

Yeah

Hit the streets in my Nikes

Nikes

Just in rose gold

Watch it up high oh

And they can't surf no boy

Surf up surf up

Been did it before yah

Hey you get money baby baby

Yeah hmm

Get money baby baby

Na-na-na-na

INSANO