Sweet talking Johnny push a john quicker than he spit
Street walking Tina with a crooked crown waiting for it
There she goes
She born in Boston but the Amtrak took her away
She lives in Brooklyn but she works outta Queens in the...
Black limousines, money in the bank
Black limousines, money in the bank
Send it home
Tina Toledo got a kid that lives with her Ma
She takes the subway after school, makes up her face, changes clothes
There she goes!
She feels the rain coming down on Washington Square
She gives the cops on the beat a little discount
And then, then, then it's...
Black limousines, money in the bank
Black limousines, money in the bank
Send it home!
Hard on the knees, money in the bag
Hard on the knees, money in the bag
Send it home for medical school! WHOOOO!
Rock herself to sleep with the rhythm of the rain
Beating like the bed up against the window frame
Of her hotel room
Rock herself to sleep with the tunes on the dash
Don't take no credit cards, she takes cash; says,
"Money, money, money in the bank!
Money, money, money in the bank!
Money, money, money in the bank!
Money, money, money in the bank!"
It ain't no easy life, but it pays pretty good
Keeps her out of the cold
It ain't no easy life
But it's silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver, silver, silver and gold! Yeah!
Street walking, street walking blues yeah
Street walking, street walking blues yeah
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