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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeStreet Money
Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that NiggaWhat, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas(Chorus: Flo Rida)You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazyWhile niggas bet he dippin you know they got thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyYou know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hittingthat 95, I'm out to get thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street money(Verse1: Rick Ross)I started flat broke, Now I'm poppin rubber bandsI know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spamIf the club poppin, I'ma burn a ton of hundred grams check the parkinglot pimpin, whip cost a hundred grandI'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairsSo that's free game, for all you thousandairsIt's funny sour d's will smell sweetAll these niggas think they sell them on Canal StreetI'm sittin twelve feetFuck can you tell me, I let the 12's beatNightmare on Elm StreetSo don't fall asleep, cause my life a dreamAnd they ain't gotta speakThey know I'm spittin cheese(Chorus: Flo Rida)You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazyWhile niggas bet he dippin you know they got thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyYou know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hittingthat 95, I'm out to get thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street money(Verse2: Rick Ross)We got them bottles poppin soundin like they gun shotsGot the models balkin did all with one watchI hit a lot markets, start' em off with one blockPeople love the product, so my people come to shopMy uncle 65 he still sellin dope, he claim he petryfiedthe field goin brokeIt's them Caddy SevillesWent from acid and pills, to elaborate dealsIf you want status you killCause a habit for realWhen I step in the spot, treat the club like thecharts, I go straight to the topThey cost a stack, so dont step on the shoesand ya know I'm strappedI'ma play by the rules(Chorus: Flo Rida)You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazyWhile niggas bet he dippin you know they got thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyYou know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hittingthat 95, I'm out to get thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street money(Verse3: Rick Ross)Take the good with the bad, In the club blowin your lastBallin like I violated, Bottles keep me hydratedParty up in skyscrapers, Parachute to PrebatePistol like a paratrooper, tell'em take it easyBitch is bad as can be, this her fantttttasyleft her panties at homestandin there thick as can beR- I- C- K R- O- S- S standin there dressed freshgettin pussy, Hell YesRoss, Ross(Chorus: Flo Rida)You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazyWhile niggas bet he dippin you know they got thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyYou know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hittingthat 95, I'm out to get thatThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street moneyThat Street Money, That street that street money
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