Street Money Lyrics - Rick Ross

(feat. Flo Rida) 

Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga 

What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas 

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy 

While niggas steady tippin 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 hitting 

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 

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I started flat broke, Now I'm poppin rubber bands 

I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam 

If the club poppin, I'm a 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 niggas think they sell them on Canal Street 

I'm sittin twelve feet 

Fuck 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 

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You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy 

While niggas steady tippin 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 hitting 

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 

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 feel of 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 don't step on the shoes 

And ya know I'm strapped 

I'm a play by the rules 

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy 

While niggas steady tippin 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 hitting 

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 

Take the good with the bad, In the club blowin your last 

Ballin like I violated, Bottles keep me hydrated 

Party up in skyscrapers, Parachute to Prebate 

Pistol like a paratrooper, tell'em take it easy 

Bitch 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 pussy, Hell Yes 

Ross, Ross 

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy 

While niggas steady tippin 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 hitting 

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