Street Money Songtext - Flo Rida

Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga
What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas steady tippin 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

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

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas steady tippin you know they got 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
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

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

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While niggas steady tippin 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 mone

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