$treet Money Lyrics & Tabs by Daz Dillinger
$treet Money
guitar chords lyrics
We off that silk block, and we burned out,
No signs and no stopping.
See, I’m doing my thing and I’m burned without
But the racks up in my pocket.
It’s that real game, that G shit, the speed money, we got it.
Stack it up before my niggers and my bitch here, we popping.
You know everywhere I go I’m getting all,
I’m getting street money.
Hey, nigger, don’t blame, everything’s gonna blow.
You know I’m smoking loud anywhere I go
You know everywhere I go I’m getting all.
Hey, I’m all about that paper,
Let’s talk about big money,
Pick it up and get big money
Ever since I was a younge
Let’s talk about big money,
Pick it up and get big money
Ever since I was a younge
And on the streets thuging.
Yeah, them niggers talking about nothing
‘cause I’m in the streets hustling,
Lose some and make some,
That’s the small shit jump
And so you hustle ain’t amount to nothing,
Nigger, meet me in the alley,
You phone to purchase something.
Look out for the laws, if it’s funny I’ve been low,
Kind of wipe it off when I jump that road off.
Paint no perfect picture so hard with detail,
Can’t talk on the phone, I can’t send no email.
This the life for the real, ‘cause I’m telling you the truth,
Hands on the chopper, imma shoot, nigger Puff!
We off that silk block, and we burned out,
No signs and no stopping.
See, I’m doing my thing and I’m burned without
But the racks up in my pocket.
It’s that real game, that G shit, the speed money, we got it.
Stack it up before my niggers and my bitch here, we popping.
You know everywhere I go I’m getting all,
I’m getting street money.
Hey, nigger, don’t blame, everything’s gonna blow.
You know I’m smoking loud anywhere I go
You know everywhere I go I’m getting all.
Yeah, money nowhere like mine,
Money real, your money looking funny.
Your money not real like mine running,
My money real, your money looking funny.
Man, I got a rubber band stack in the pocket of my jeans,
Got some bad, bad bitches, nigger, working in my team.
When I hit the night you know that shit gonna pop,
Nigger stacks alone, they call my money Chris pops.
Get it in, I don’t give a fuck how you get it,
Just keep your team silent, make sure nigger’s with it, with it.
You see they’re hating upon a nigger, say how the fuck you get that?
You see I’m that nigger, that, so you niggers all fuck that, bitch.
We off that silk block, and we burned out,
No signs and no stopping.
See, I’m doing my thing and I’m burned without
But the racks up in my pocket.
It’s that real game, that G shit, the speed money, we got it.
Stack it up before my niggers and my bitch here, we popping.
You know everywhere I go I’m getting all,
I’m getting street money.
Hey, nigger, don’t blame, everything’s gonna blow.
You know I’m smoking loud anywhere I go
You know everywhere I go I’m getting all.
You know my money’s on some other shit,
In the streets I’m getting it,
Long night, short days,
But the money keep on getting paid.
Got a lot of different ways,
Work the game, you know I read a book,
But a lot of niggers never had a chance,
It’s time to take a look.
Greed make the streets bleed,
Money make the world go
Banging on you suckers like y’all don’t really give a fuck.
You know who saw that hit,
Get money at he with.
Truth, dare, who gives a fuck? You die, you nigger’s scared.
Money nowhere like mine, money, nah.
Money real, your money looking funny.
We off that silk block, and we burned out,
No signs and no stopping.
See, I’m doing my thing and I’m burned without
But the racks up in my pocket.
It’s that real game, that G shit, the speed money, we got it.
Stack it up before my niggers and my bitch here, we popping.
I’m getting street money,
I’m getting street money,
I’m getting street money,
I’m getting street money
