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Yeah, good looking E-Class I dig it What, trilla, realer than f**k n***as You know me, I walk up in the spot The babies be going crazy, while n***as 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) 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***as think they sell em on Canal Street I'm sitting 12 feet, the f**k 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 You know me, I walk up in the spot The babies be going crazy, while n***as 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 the 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) We got them bottles popping, sounding like they gun shots Got them models bopping, get it all with one watch I hit a lot of markets, start em off with one block People love the product, so my people come to shop My uncle 65, he still selling dope He claim he petrified, the fear of going 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 Hey you know I'm strapped, I'mma play by the rules You know me, I walk up in the spot The babies be going crazy, while n***as 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 the 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) Take the good with the bad, in the club blowing your last Balling like I'm violated, bottles keep me hydrated Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to Privet Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em take it easy b*t*hes bad as can be, this is a fan-ta-ta-tasy Left her panties at home, standing as thick as can be R-I-C-K, R-O-S-S Standing there, dressed fresh Getting pu**y, hell yes (Ross, Ross) You know me, I walk up in the spot The babies be going crazy, while n***as 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)
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