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'ma 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 dont step on the shoes and ya know I'm strapped I'ma 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 moneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
