Street Money lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Yeah, good looking E-Class
I dig it
What, trilla, realer than f*ck n*ggas

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know me, I walk up in the spot
The babies be going crazy, while n*ggas barely dipping
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 sh*t, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club popping, I'mma 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 n*ggas think they sell em on Canal Street
I'm sitting 12 feet, the f*ck 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