Street Money Rick Ross (Ft. Flo Rida)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Yeah, good looking E-Class
I needed that nigga
What, trilla, realer than fuck niggas

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy, I make a steady 10
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
Bucket in that '95
I'm out to get that (that street money, that street, that street money)
(That street money, that street, that street money)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I started flat broke, now I'm popping rubber bands
I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club popping, I'ma burn a hundred grams
Check the parking lot, that whip cost a hundred grand
I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
So that's free game, for all you thousandaires
It's funny, sour diesel smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell em on Canal Street
I'm sitting 12 feet, the fuck can you tell me
I let the 12s 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 spitting cheese