Sweet talkin' Johnny push a john quicker than he spit
  Street walkin' tin with a crooked crown waitin' 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
  Wend it home
    Hard on the knees, money in the bag
  Hard on the knees, money in the bag
  Send it home for medical school
    Rock herself to sleep with the rhythm of the rain
  Beating like the be 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, silver, silver and gold
    Tina Toledo's Street Walkin' Blues
  Street Walkin', Wtreet Walkin' Blues