Street Money

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Yeah, good looking E-Class

I dig it

What, trilla, realer than fuck niggas

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

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)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

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

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

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)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

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

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

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)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

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-I-C-K, R-O-S-S

Standing there, dressed fresh

Getting pussy, hell yes

(Ross, Ross)

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

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)