Luyện nghe bài hát Street Money

Yeah, good looking E-Class, I that, nigga
What? Trilla, realer to fuck

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

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

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

I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand
So that's free for all you thousand airs
It's funny sour D's smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell on Canal Street

I'm sittin' feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'
So don't fall asleep my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak, know I'm spittin' cheese

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take the good the bad, in the club blowin' your last
Ballin' like I violated, keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to
Pistol a paratrooper, tell 'em take 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
Gettin' pussy, yes, Ross, Ross

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

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