Flava

[Chorus: Street Money Boochi]
Stepped in looking like a Grammy
[?] rabbit, made her lick all on the carrots
Can't help that you fell off when you had it
Forever living lavish, [?] on my fabric
[?] something nasty
We gon let ’m have it
Let 'em have it
You let 'em have it
You let ’em have it
You let 'em have it
You let 'em have it

[Verse 1: Street Money Boochi]
[?] at
[?]
It's Boochi, and you already know that
You ain't fucking [?] where the doegh at?
[?] shining like a trophy
[?] diamonds like [?]
[?]
Walking in like I'm chosen
[?] wanna smoke [?]
Got some carots you can lick
[?] penny pintching
[?] like I'm pimpin
Oh you fell off how you did, that ain't even my concern
You motherfucking [?] should’ve motherfucking learned
This my time now, wait your motherfucking turn

[Chorus: Street Money Boochi]
Stepped in looking like a Grammy
[?] rabbit, made her lick all on the carrots
Can’t help that you fell off when you had it
Forever living lavish, [?] on my fabric
[?] something nasty
We gon let 'm have it
Let ’em have it
You let 'em have it
You let 'em have it
You let 'em have it
You let ’em have it

[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
Bankroll!
[?] like a Grammy
You can tell I'm winning, street money real spending
Got a trap spot, condo and a mansion
Got a S6 [?] and a [?]
[?] draped in Valintino
[?] lingo
Talking to the plug, Mexican, he Latino
He be talking Spanish, I don't understand a thing though
[?] the money, go in the club and leave the bitch running
[?] a hundred
[?]
[?]
I already done it, nigga

[Chorus: Street Money Boochi]
Stepped in looking like a Grammy
[?] rabbit, made her lick all on the carrots
Can't help that you fell off when you had it
Forever living lavish, [?] on my fabric
[?] something nasty
We gon let 'm have it
Let 'em have it
You let 'em have it
You let 'em have it
You let 'em have it
You let 'em have it