[Intro: Yung Bleu] Ayy yeah yeah yeah
I love you, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bleu] All I ever wanted was the motherfuckin' money
Ten, twenty, fifty, keep it comin'
I'm running to that money, yeah I'm running
I'm running to that money, yeah I'm running
Street lottery, street lottery, street lottery
Street lottery, street lottery, a street lottery

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu] I'm a young rap nigga, I might fuck a nigga bitch
Bunch a young trap niggas, I might take a nigga shit
I just hit another lick, I just ran off with a brick
I just sold another zip, bitch you know that I'm the shit
I ain't fuckin' with no syrup, bitch I'm walkin' with a limp
I might take off like a blimp, I just had to check my temp
She gon' suck me 'til I drip, I get love in my city
Fucked her with the pistol on me, we made love in my tenni's
I got drugs in my kidneys, drugs in the ceiling
We not lovin' these bitches, we not lovin' these bitches, yeah
I'm pushin' the drop top, we makin' the cops watch
I'm poppin' like pop rocks, we got the key to the block, block, yeah
I'm medicated plus I'm dedicated, but they steady hatin' on a kid you don't know what I did, you don't know where I been
All the trials and cases, all the smiling faces
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bleu] All I ever wanted was the motherfuckin' money
Ten, twenty, fifty, keep it comin'
I'm running to that money, yeah I'm running
I'm running to that money, yeah I'm running
Street lottery, street lottery, street lottery
Street lottery, street lottery, a street lottery

[Verse 2: Zay Bandz] In the foreign, I'ma smash out
Hit the lotto like a scratch-off
Made a hundred out my trap house
I got what you want at my trap house
Street lottery, you can't lie to me
Got a couple shooters, they my prodigies
Gotta have them bands just to talk to me
If I gotta bring it that's an extra fee
I just wanna ball like I hit the lotto
I just smoked a ball of that good gelato
And you know this gas comes from Colorado
I just spent some cash on a supermodel
Street money like Bankroll, cash money like Baby 'nem
Hundred rounds in my draco, hell nah we ain't savin' them
Pass around all these freak hoes, hell nah we ain't savin' them
Oh no no no no

[Chorus: Yung Bleu] All I ever wanted was the motherfuckin' money
Ten, twenty, fifty, keep it comin'
I'm running to that money, yeah I'm running
I'm running to that money, yeah I'm running
Street lottery, street lottery, street lottery
Street lottery, street lottery, a street lottery