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FLO-RIDA lyrics : "Street Money"

(feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that ^!$$%

What, Trilla, realer than $#&@ ^!$$%s

You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy

While ^!$$%s 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 %#@!, 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 ^!$$%s think they sell them on C!@#^ Street

I'm sittin twelve feet
$#&@ 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 ^!$$%s 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


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 feel of 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


You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While ^!$$%s 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


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
(*##$ 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 #~!!@, Hell Yes
Ross, Ross


You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin' crazy
While ^!$$%s 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


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