Street Money

That street money, that street, that street money
You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street
You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy

I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'

That street money, that street, that street money
My uncle, 65, he still sellin' dope
That street money, that street, that street money
So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream
People love the product, so my people come to shop
You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
That street money, that street, that street money
You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
It's them Caddy Seville's, went from acid to pills
'Cause they have it for real when I step in the spot

Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em take it easy
You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Ballin' like I violated, bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to prevail
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
I hit a lot markets, start 'em off with one block

He claim he petrified, the field goin' broke
Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' your last
We got them bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun shots
You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me
That street money, that street, that street money
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
Treat the club like the charts, I go straight to the top
That street money, that street, that street money
Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantasy
I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
Gettin' pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that

They cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
That street money, that street, that street money
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that

And ya know I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules

And they ain't gotta speak, they know I'm spittin' cheese

Got the models balkin', did it all with one watch
That street money, that street, that street money
Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money
Left her panties at home standin' there thick as can be
That street money, that street, that street money
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
R I C K R O S S, standin' there dressed fresh

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
So that's free game for all you thousand airs
To elaborate deals if you want status you kill

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
It's funny sour D's will smell sweet

While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
If the club poppin', Ima burn a hundred grams
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that