Money in the Street (Q.P. Remix)

[Chorus]
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga

[Verse 1]
I gets money in the streets, look at-look at me nigga
I’ma boss in these streets, what it-what it do nigga
And I love fucking bitches, do it better than any nigga
What you trying to say, think you can fuck with me nigga?
I’ma boss in this shit-boss in this shit, I’ma boss in this shit
Boss in this shit, trying to get Ben Franks
Cause that’s what the fuck I need
Trying to see a hundred mill cause that’s what the fuck I need

[Chorus]
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga

[Verse 2]
Anytime you see me in the hood my pistol in display
The forty Cal bang just in case you wanna to play
I’m shooting hot balls from Egyptian AKs
Mini fourteens spitting out blue flames
I’m riding in a lac, gripping on wood grain
A hundred twenty-five grams, that’s a big eight
Diamonds blind you shining from my Natalac chain
I cop a chicken like OJ the Juice Man
Homie tell me what you know about the Dope game
I smoke a lot of weed and water whip that cocaine
I’m at the trap house, but I’m not Gucci Mane
You got your homies help, it wouldn’t help you anyway
Fuck what you’re talking bout, Fuck what you gotta say
Thirty round clip, bitch I’m bout that gun play
South Carolina, pockets full of money
Tripping off the marijuana but ain't nothing funny

[Chorus]
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga

[Verse 3]
The wait is over nigga, I’m full of fucking liquor
Your crew got a nice size, but my egos is bigger
No more behind them bars, I’m doing good yall
I hit the bricks, make some flips, how you like me now
From Irmo, born and raised, [?] Riders we don’t play
I guess you don’t know, Mike James is here to stay
So come a little closer now, I’m going to show you how
We flip them bricks, break’em down, and turn them in an hour
Squeezing Glocks off in your mouth, that’s what it’s all about
I’m bout that wicked shit, take your whole family out
Taliban mentality, don’t care if you don’t fuck with me
Pocomo L E E, Natalac Records [?]
Life is about reality, salary, grocery’s
Gotta feed my babies see, so you haters don’t you fuck with me
Gotta get that money, I need that money man
Fuck a yard, fuck a thou, I need a hundred grand

[Chorus]
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga
We getting money in the streets
What-what it do nigga, what-what it do nigga
What-what it do nigga