
Date of issue: 26.05.2013
Record label: Diplomat
Song language: English
Street Money |
I just bought a new watch, with street money |
I just bought a new drop, with street money |
I just bought a new Glock, with street money |
Every street nigga move blocks, for street money |
I just bought a new chain, with street money |
I just bought a new Range, with street money |
I just bought a new plane, with street money |
Every street nigga move caine, for street money |
I you ain’t winnin, nigga change your team |
Shit I’m really livin, it ain’t a dream |
The chain’ll gleam, since the beginning I’ll reign supreme |
The Range’ll beam ??? |
Cops a chase |
Got some shooters that’ll pop your face |
Leave your body in a rotten place |
See that Bugatti, now I got the taste |
Pockets laced, think they run Harlem, but thats not the case |
Dedicated to every honey and every girl we date |
Gettin money is my worldly faith, to the pearly gates |
Scrooge McDuck, I ain’t trynna lose a buck |
Big diamond jewels in this truck |
Get outta line and you’ll get stuck |
A-Mafia run the city, watches a 150 |
These niggas can not do nothing with me |
I just bought a new watch, with street money |
I just bought a new drop, with street money |
I just bought a new Glock, with street money |
Every street nigga move blocks, for street money |
I just bought a new chain, with street money |
I just bought a new Range, with street money |
I just bought a new plane, with street money |
Every street nigga move caine, for street money |
While these haters hate, I’m trynna get my paper straight |
I love my nigga so much, if he get bust i’mma take the weight |
Jumpin out the truck with the paper plates |
What up ma? |
You wanna fuck? |
Just make the date |
Call me when you ready boo, I got some homies and they heavy too |
I wanna do everything you gon let me do |
I sure you already knew how my click get down |
Flippin bricks and pounds |
When you broke, only real bitches stick around |
You the type to get released from jail, flee and bail |
On the same chick that sent you everything that eat in mail |
Maybe he a frail? |
This for niggas with Keys to sell, who be eatin well |
I just bought a new watch, with street money |
I just bought a new drop, with street money |
I just bought a new Glock, with street money |
Every street nigga move blocks, for street money |
I just bought a new chain, with street money |
I just bought a new Range, with street money |
I just bought a new plane, with street money |
Every street nigga move caine, for street money |
Where I’m from you better bring steel, cause they let them things peel |
Got some wild niggas on my team out in Springfield |
Wanna sign me? |
I need a king deal, ring chill |
Being broke is like Howard Burd with no wing feel, can’t fly |
Yall niggas get no respect, my niggas holding checks |
Leave bitches soaking wet, chickens from our cold connect |
Coppin raw, pop the four at your top endure |
Fuck with Gotti, and with your body he gon mop the floor |
The gat shoot, stack blue, Nike track suit |
When I was broke these bitched used to act cute |
Now they wanna top me and bone, Versace cologne |
Rockin these stones, coppin these homes |
I just bought a new watch, with street money |
I just bought a new drop, with street money |
I just bought a new Glock, with street money |
Every street nigga move blocks, for street money |
I just bought a new chain, with street money |
I just bought a new Range, with street money |
I just bought a new plane, with street money |
Every street nigga move caine, for street money |
Name | Year |
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My Boy | 2015 |
Click Clack ft. A-Mafia | 2006 |
My Side of the Story | 2013 |