e-40 & too $hort - street money lyrics
[chorus]
so many hun’eds, man, this b-tch won’t fold (won’t fold)
i make a ho walk in 20 below (20 below)
i’m a corner boy standing by the liquor store (the liquor store)
summertime big bread outta control (outta control)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
street money, street money, we get street money (street money)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
[verse 1: e-40]
my n-gga sitting in the penitentiary, blame it on an all-white jury
mistaken ident-ty, right? ‘cause all blacks look alike
every time i look in the mirror, i look at the struggle
i trip off myself like “what?”
shooting my dice and rolling my weed, we huddled up in a hut
conversatin’ and congregatin’, me and my block baboons
choppin’ it up and marinatin’ on what’s the next moves
should i try another field, or should i continue to sell wind chill
live on the hill like neil, diamond and get my scrill
i ain’t ever, cashed a check in my life, i wanted the fast quarter
all my spots in my b-tch’s name, pay my bills in money orders
i came in the game on empty, left out the game with plenty
clean as f-ck on skinny, own a kfc or a denny’s
that’s the plan of every black man that been sold a dream or two
i wanna walk in his steps, but i can’t fit in his shoe
i’m walking into the liquor, gangsta want me to buy him a brew
a pack of swishers and some newports
i told him “i used to be just like you”
[chorus]
so many hun’eds, man, this b-tch won’t fold (won’t fold)
i make a ho walk in 20 below (20 below)
i’m a corner boy standing by the liquor store (the liquor store)
summertime big bread outta control (outta control)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
street money, street money, we get street money (street money)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
[verse 2: too $hort]
when it’s all about money and s-x, i’m a psychic
i put it up for sale and let the next man buy it
i’m in love with the hustle, when i add it all up
i need storage sp-ce, i didn’t know i had all this stuff
i’m always spending money ‘cause i make so much of it
it’s good p-ssy, all i wanna do is f-ck it
quick paper, i get it all the time
you can talk sh-t later, i spend it if it’s mine
i make my money double on a whole new level
it’s trouble, i love it, but i don’t love you
don’t lose your f-ckin’ mind, just stay cool
it’s not the end of the world, i gotta stay full
and it’s all dirty, ‘cause it came from the streets
you can call my girls, and run some game on them freaks
it’s in your budget—if it’s not, don’t touch it
i’m all about them ducats
[chorus]
so many hun’eds, man, this b-tch won’t fold (won’t fold)
i make a ho walk in 20 below (20 below)
i’m a corner boy standing by the liquor store (the liquor store)
summertime big bread outta control (outta control)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
street money, street money, we get street money (street money)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
street money, street money, street money (street money)
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