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Rick Ross - Street Money

Rick Ross
Yeah, good looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga

What? Trilla, realer to fuck niggas



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

While niggas 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 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



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', Ima burn a 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 thousand airs

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



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

While niggas 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 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



We got them bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun shots

Got the models balkin', did it 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 petrified, the field goin' broke

It's them Caddy Seville's, went from acid to pills

To elaborate deals if you want status you kill



'Cause they have it 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'ma play by the rules



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

While niggas 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 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



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 prevail

Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em take it easy



Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantasy

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 baby's be goin' crazy

While niggas 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 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

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