Street Money

(feat. Flo-Rida)

Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga

What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys 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

That Street Money, That street that street money

That Street Money, That street that street money

[Verse1: Rick Ross]

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

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys 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

That Street Money, That street that street money

That Street Money, That street that street money

[Verse2: 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 don't step on the shoes

And ya know I'm strapped

I'm a play by the rules

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys 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

That Street Money, That street that street money

That Street Money, That street that street money

[Verse3: 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

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

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys 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

That Street Money, That street that street money

That Street Money, That street that street money