"Street Money" lyrics
(feat. Benjilino)
Street money, nigga
Yo, yo, sittin' on 20s, sippin' on Remy
You and your niggas broke and hungry, bitch, I been gettin' money
Ain't shit funny boy, it's time to ball
I'm rockin' that ice with diamonds in my grill
Friday night, I floss my ride
Peep out the wheels, 20 inches, I live it
And big body 6s, menages on bitches, kicks like karate pictures
Got snitches, I'm the illest
And they realest muthafucka they know
Even you say so, you lay low with that fake ass saiko
I rock the platinum Rollie, drag the 60 inch cable
In a piece to represent the label
With 20s on the Range Rov', the dangler dangler can't be dangled
Get strangled and mangled with holes all through your Kangol
Funk for [?]
Get dangled from the Bay bridge for that gay shit
The world's most hated, Yuk the greatest
Rock ice like, Sammy Davis call me Mr. Bojangles
Y'all niggas flopped, I sold 300 thou' with no singles
Bitch, street money
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
They bout to add another two names to the roster of the Raiders
Two street raised niggas, big pimpin' without the gators
Pimpin' silver and black in whatever city I'm at
With a green micky bottle sittin' atop my lap
I'm tryna get my foodoos phat, nigga, like J-Lo's ass
With the automatic hustle, lookin' for payroll cash
Gotta hustle at all times, from this credit to the stroll
Don't wanna ride with me, then fuck it, let a nigga roll
If this rap shit ain't workin' and my back's against the ropes
It ain't no thang to go right back to sellin' big dope
It's like ridin' a bike, nigga never forgot that
You just learn more tricks, move on and try to top that
Fuck a job, hustlin', that is my job
I could be self employed forever with the steal and rob
I'm a grown ass nigga with some grown ass folks
And our pockets keeps growing and pouring with dough
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
You's a mobsta, nigga, and don't smoke ganja, nigga
Yeah, but I'm Drank-A-Lot
Worth so much, you could pawn a nigga
Got kidnapped before, that's why you behind a nigga
Still at the liquor store where you can find a nigga
No matter how much I get or where I got or what I spent
You gone see me in the ghetto gettin' loaded and bent
I'm a payroll nigga, true to the game sincerely
I'll never hold my tongue, I gotta make niggas feel me
Pockets filthy, the shit I spent make niggas wanna kill me
On the really really, y'all niggas fake like Milli Vanilli
All real niggas feel me, watch me peel him, drill him
Then split him like the back of a [?]
[?] the black milli
I'm the Billy Badass that niggas backstab
Cause I'm stackin' cash on they fag ass
Drop them bombs like Baghdad
Fuck a sack, I buy weed by the clapbag
Rollin' in a fast Jag, spit fire like backtrack
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
Yo, yo, sittin' on 20s, sippin' on Remy
You and your niggas broke and hungry, bitch, I been gettin' money
Ain't shit funny boy, it's time to ball
I'm rockin' that ice with diamonds in my grill
Friday night, I floss my ride
Peep out the wheels, 20 inches, I live it
And big body 6s, menages on bitches, kicks like karate pictures
Got snitches, I'm the illest
And they realest muthafucka they know
Even you say so, you lay low with that fake ass saiko
I rock the platinum Rollie, drag the 60 inch cable
In a piece to represent the label
With 20s on the Range Rov', the dangler dangler can't be dangled
Get strangled and mangled with holes all through your Kangol
Funk for [?]
Get dangled from the Bay bridge for that gay shit
The world's most hated, Yuk the greatest
Rock ice like, Sammy Davis call me Mr. Bojangles
Y'all niggas flopped, I sold 300 thou' with no singles
Bitch, street money
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
They bout to add another two names to the roster of the Raiders
Two street raised niggas, big pimpin' without the gators
Pimpin' silver and black in whatever city I'm at
With a green micky bottle sittin' atop my lap
I'm tryna get my foodoos phat, nigga, like J-Lo's ass
With the automatic hustle, lookin' for payroll cash
Gotta hustle at all times, from this credit to the stroll
Don't wanna ride with me, then fuck it, let a nigga roll
If this rap shit ain't workin' and my back's against the ropes
It ain't no thang to go right back to sellin' big dope
It's like ridin' a bike, nigga never forgot that
You just learn more tricks, move on and try to top that
Fuck a job, hustlin', that is my job
I could be self employed forever with the steal and rob
I'm a grown ass nigga with some grown ass folks
And our pockets keeps growing and pouring with dough
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
You's a mobsta, nigga, and don't smoke ganja, nigga
Yeah, but I'm Drank-A-Lot
Worth so much, you could pawn a nigga
Got kidnapped before, that's why you behind a nigga
Still at the liquor store where you can find a nigga
No matter how much I get or where I got or what I spent
You gone see me in the ghetto gettin' loaded and bent
I'm a payroll nigga, true to the game sincerely
I'll never hold my tongue, I gotta make niggas feel me
Pockets filthy, the shit I spent make niggas wanna kill me
On the really really, y'all niggas fake like Milli Vanilli
All real niggas feel me, watch me peel him, drill him
Then split him like the back of a [?]
[?] the black milli
I'm the Billy Badass that niggas backstab
Cause I'm stackin' cash on they fag ass
Drop them bombs like Baghdad
Fuck a sack, I buy weed by the clapbag
Rollin' in a fast Jag, spit fire like backtrack
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
Street money gets me pretty
Rollin' hot, I'm deep dish 20
My pockets gotta stay deep and plenty
