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(feat. TJ Boyce) [Intro:] Street dreams are made of these Who am I to disagree [Verse 1:] [Rah:] 24's on a Chevrolet Peanut butter inside Drunk then a muthafucka' I'm a let my bitch drive Steering the wheel I want her to see just how a rich nigga feel On tha real For real [Pro:] I got my mind on my money Money on my mind Left hand on the wheel Otha on my nine Can you picture this Ballin on the real motion picture shit Autographs red carpets everybody taking flicks [Chris:] Nah h-town where you at SongtexteTook a trip cross the world in a coupe deville lac Let'em let'em feel that Look I'm off in the wind Let's get this money get this money Got some paper to spend Shake it for me shake it for me [Pre-Hook:] Whether you trappin on tha block Or you work a 9 to 5 Get your money Stack your paper Keep a hustle on the side Go gettas keep it movin Let them hatas do they job Drop the top down on ya ride Show ya grill when you smile And tell em [Hook: TJ] This is tha life I'm livin it up(aaao) It's all that I know I can't get enough(yea this is the life) Street dreams are made of these (aaao) Who am I to disagree (yea this is the life) [Verse 2:] [Chris:] Paper Paper The only thing my minds on Steady clockin in my own damn time zone Let's leave the troubles behind Smile momma I made it On this ladder And I'm destined to climb [Pro:] To the sky To the sky It's a bird It's a plane 4thirty wilding like we won a championship game (cheers) I'm just happy that we made it here Blow tha smoke tell dem hoes this is our year [Rah:] Nah tell me whatcha think about it Got 6 4's on hydrolics Followed by dem big denali's Ruff riding on decati's (hey) Get ya money there's a hunid ways We ain't tripping cause our money made [Pre-Hook] [Hook] [Verse 3:] [Pro:] Riding by fast on the feeder fuck the interstate 84's white wall tires on that 88 Alpine music bumping sounding like a earthquake Knocking pictures off the wall rims spinning both ways [Chris:] In my three point stands Straight up off of the block 4thirty be the gang Rahddy pass me the rock Got a pocket full of gwop Chopping blades in my drop Crank the heat up just a notch Hold up chris that's way to hot Way to hot [Rah:] Wipe me down I'm on How ya like me now Rastafaron I am soaring Some where in the clouds What kind of dro did pro just pass to me Yea It got me higher then giraffe pussy Yea [Pre-Hook] [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania