street money lyrics – rick ross

(feat. flo-rida)

yeah good looking e-cl*ss, i needed that n*gg*
what, trilla, realer than f*ck n*gg*s

[chorus: flo-rida]
you know me, i walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
while n*gg*s bet he dippin you know they got that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
you know me, i stay up on my grind like working that 9 to 5 plus h*tting
that 95, i’m out to get that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money

[verse 1: rick ross]
i started flat broke, now i’m poppin rubber bands
i know i’m the sh*t, i done ate a ton of spam
if the club poppin, i’ma burn a ton of hundred grams check the parking
lot pimpin, whip cost a hundred grand
i’m in love with shades, i got a thousand pairs
so that’s free game, for all you thousandairs
it’s funny sour d’s will smell sweet
all these n*gg*s think they sell them on c*n*l street
i’m sittin twelve feet
f*ck can you tell me, i let the 12’s beat
nightmare on elm street
so don’t fall asleep, cause my life a dream
and they ain’t gotta speak
they know i’m spittin cheese

[chorus: flo-rida]
you know me, i walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
while n*gg*s bet he dippin you know they got that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
you know me, i stay up on my grind like working that 9 to 5 plus h*tting
that 95, i’m out to get that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money

[verse 2: rick ross]
we got them bottles poppin soundin like they gun shots
got the models balkin did all with one watch
i hit a lot markets, start’ em off with one block
people love the product, so my people come to shop
my uncle 65 he still sellin dope, he claim he petryfied
the field goin broke
it’s them caddy sevilles
went from acid and pills, to elaborate deals
if you want status you kill
cause a habit for real
when i step in the spot, treat the club like the
charts, i go straight to the top
they cost a stack, so dont step on the shoes
and ya know i’m strapped
i’ma play by the rules

[chorus: flo-rida]
you know me, i walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
while n*gg*s bet he dippin you know they got that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
you know me, i stay up on my grind like working that 9 to 5 plus h*tting
that 95, i’m out to get that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money

[verse 3: rick ross]
take the good with the bad, in the club blowin your last
ballin like i violated, bottles keep me hydrated
party up in skyscr*pers, parachute to prebate
pistol like a paratrooper, tell’em take it easy
b*tch is bad as can be, this her fantttttasy
left her panties at home
standin there thick as can be
r- i- c- k r- o- s- s standin there dressed fresh
gettin p*ssy, h*ll yes
ross, ross

[chorus: flo-rida]
you know me, i walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
while n*gg*s bet he dippin you know they got that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
you know me, i stay up on my grind like working that 9 to 5 plus h*tting
that 95, i’m out to get that
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money
that street money, that street that street money

/ rick ross lyrics