Flo Rida, Rick Ross - Street Money lyrics
Flo Rida [Tramar Lacel Dillard] Miami Gardens, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Flo Rida, Rick Ross - Street Money lyrics]
Yeah, good looking E-Class i dig it
What, trilla, realer than fuck niggas
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 bucket in 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 popping rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club popping
I'mma burn a hundred grams
Check the parking lot
That whip cost a hundred grand
I'm in love with shades
I got a thousand pairs so that's free game
For all you thousandaires
It's funny, sour diesel smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell
Em on Canal Street
I'm sitting 12 feet, the fuck can you tell me
I let the 12s 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 spitting cheese
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 the 9 to 5 bucket in 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 popping
Sounding like they gun shots
Got them models bopping
Get it all with one watch
I hit a lot of markets
Start em off with one block
People love the product
So my people come to shop
My uncle 65, he still selling dope
He claim he petrified
The fear of going 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
Hey you know I'm strapped
I'mma play by the rules
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 the 9 to 5 bucket in 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 blowing your last
Balling like I'm violated
Bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to Privet
Pistol like a paratrooper
Tell 'em take it easy bitches bad as can be
This is a fan ta ta tasy
Left her panties at home
Standing as thick as can be r-IC-K, R-O-S-S
Standing there, dressed fresh
Getting pussy, hell yes (Ross, Ross)
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 bucket in that '95
I'm out to get that
(that street money, that street
That street money)
(That street money, that street
That street money)
What, trilla, realer than fuck niggas
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 bucket in 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 popping rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club popping
I'mma burn a hundred grams
Check the parking lot
That whip cost a hundred grand
I'm in love with shades
I got a thousand pairs so that's free game
For all you thousandaires
It's funny, sour diesel smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell
Em on Canal Street
I'm sitting 12 feet, the fuck can you tell me
I let the 12s 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 spitting cheese
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 the 9 to 5 bucket in 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 popping
Sounding like they gun shots
Got them models bopping
Get it all with one watch
I hit a lot of markets
Start em off with one block
People love the product
So my people come to shop
My uncle 65, he still selling dope
He claim he petrified
The fear of going 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
Hey you know I'm strapped
I'mma play by the rules
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 the 9 to 5 bucket in 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 blowing your last
Balling like I'm violated
Bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to Privet
Pistol like a paratrooper
Tell 'em take it easy bitches bad as can be
This is a fan ta ta tasy
Left her panties at home
Standing as thick as can be r-IC-K, R-O-S-S
Standing there, dressed fresh
Getting pussy, hell yes (Ross, Ross)
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy
While niggas barely dipping
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 bucket in that '95
I'm out to get that
(that street money, that street
That street money)
(That street money, that street
That street money)