Rick Ross - Street Money lyrics

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Rick Ross - Street Money lyrics

Yeah good looking E-Cla**, I needed that n***a What, Trilla, realer than f** n***as [Hook: Flo Rida] You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy While n***as 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 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**, I done ate a ton of spam If the club poppin, I'mma 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***as think they sell them on Can*l Street I'm sittin twelve feet f** 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 [Hook] [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 k** 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'mma play by the rules [Hook] [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 skyscrapers, Parachute to Prebate Pistol like a paratrooper, tell'em take it easy b**h 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**y, Hell Yes Ross, Ross [Hook]