Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga
What? Trilla, realer to niggas

You me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got
That street money, that street, that street
That street money, that street, street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, working that 9 to 5
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, that street, that street
street money, that street, that street money

I started broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of
If the club poppin', Ima burn a grams
Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred

I'm in love shades, I got a thousand pairs
So free game for all you thousand airs
It's funny sour D's will smell
All these think they sell them on Canal Street

I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you me
I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm
So don't fall asleep 'cause my a dream
And they ain't gotta speak, they know I'm spittin'

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the be goin' crazy
While bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, street, that street money
That street money, that street, street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, working that 9 to 5
Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get
That street money, that street, street money
That street money, that street, that money

We got them bottles poppin' like they gun shots
Got the models balkin', did it all one watch
I hit a lot markets, start 'em off with one
People love the product, so my come to shop

My uncle, 65, he sellin' dope
He claim he petrified, the fear of goin'
them Caddy Seville's, went from acid to pills
To deals if you want status you kill

they have it for real when I step in the spot
Treat the club the charts, I go straight to the top
cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
And ya I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the be goin' crazy
While bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that street
That street money, that street, street money

You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working 9 to 5
hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
That money, that street, that street money
street money, that street, that street money

Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' last
Ballin' I violated, bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, to prevail
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em it easy

is bad as can be, this her fantasy
Left her panties at home standin' thick as can be
R I C K R O S S, standin' there dressed
pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross

You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be crazy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know got that
That street money, that street, that money
That street money, that street, street money

You me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
Plus that 95, I'm out to get that
That street money, street, that street money
That money, that street, that street money