Lirik Lagu Smell Like Money feat. Lil Wayne - 2 Chainz
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Here I go, here I go this that C5Bitch I’m back, with that crack like panty linesAsinine, I get blow like dandelionsFuck more hoes than advertiseThey say Tune you’re dead wrongI say wrong, had to diePussy nigga don’t keep it real no moreDrug dealers changed but the high stay the samePrices go up but the high stay the sameGotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rainChillin’ in the crib with the lock on the doorLayin’ on the couch with the Glock on the floorWithin arm reach, security, alarm breachI just cut off the lights so I don’t shoot my hoeI eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much hempThe world too small it is like 4 wallsYou see I got holes punched inMy chances are cold cut thin, but I still took ‘em and nigga we made itT roll that killer, weed up in the swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanketMy BFF is Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we get ‘em a hankyAin’t nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin’, the bitches we bangin’, the cinnamon danishThe pen is paining, shit is restrainingIt is a shame but niggas is shamelessNiggas is assholes, or enemas, finna get analInjury, time out, I just blew my mind outBut still I’m maintainingReal gangsta shit it get dangerousYou talking money and guns, 2 languagesI throw niggas from off of the plane I’m inOh my god, it’s raining menSaid the weatherman to the anchormanI send hella cash to the bank I’m withWhat you do it for if it ain’t for thisI watch my step so much, I’m starting to feel like my ankles’ wristCold hearted, starting to feel like I’m in Anchorage when I think of thisAnd rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances
Bitch I smell like money, dope and cologneI say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologneAnd if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass aloneI say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone‘Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell like moneyWhen you this rich they call it wealthyShit they gotta call it somethin’Lord I done got too rich for stuntin’But not for thuggin.’That’s right bitch I smell like money, moneyYou smell me coming
2 ChainzTotin’ double barrels in a horse and carriageAin’t scared of nothing except God and marriageThrough the concrete grew a rose petalIf trapping was a sport, I’d have a gold medalI steal her like Jerome BettisCall me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverageParallel park in front of Neiman MarcusHe ain’t never fly nigga, like an ostrichThey say ain’t nothing for free, but please free my partnasMight have a swag contest and give out free VersacesYea, lobster rolls for an appetizerBad red bitch give me a lap-etizerI’m in my Rolls Royce because it’s black and wiserAnd don’t get in the way, my nig this rapid fireBrrr stick ‘em, I’m a victim of being a victimCodeines, Xanax and liquorPrescriptions and couple pistolsGot clean molly with the crystalsMiddle finger to the judicialsFork and a pot is my utensilsHad a threesome with 2 sistersI get head and you kiss herI don’t never call and you miss herI got every gun except a missileI paid attention to the ministerMy silhouette is sinisterOnly child with trust issuesYou couldn’t walk a mile in my hoop shoesMe and Tune 2 loose screws2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn’t even pop upLast night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truckPolo T and drop crotch, moccasins without socksAnd I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off
I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologneAnd if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass aloneI say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone‘Cause bitch I smell like money
Bitch I smell like money, dope and cologneI say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologneAnd if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass aloneI say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone‘Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell like moneyWhen you this rich they call it wealthyShit they gotta call it somethin’Lord I done got too rich for stuntin’But not for thuggin.’That’s right bitch I smell like money, moneyYou smell me coming
2 ChainzTotin’ double barrels in a horse and carriageAin’t scared of nothing except God and marriageThrough the concrete grew a rose petalIf trapping was a sport, I’d have a gold medalI steal her like Jerome BettisCall me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverageParallel park in front of Neiman MarcusHe ain’t never fly nigga, like an ostrichThey say ain’t nothing for free, but please free my partnasMight have a swag contest and give out free VersacesYea, lobster rolls for an appetizerBad red bitch give me a lap-etizerI’m in my Rolls Royce because it’s black and wiserAnd don’t get in the way, my nig this rapid fireBrrr stick ‘em, I’m a victim of being a victimCodeines, Xanax and liquorPrescriptions and couple pistolsGot clean molly with the crystalsMiddle finger to the judicialsFork and a pot is my utensilsHad a threesome with 2 sistersI get head and you kiss herI don’t never call and you miss herI got every gun except a missileI paid attention to the ministerMy silhouette is sinisterOnly child with trust issuesYou couldn’t walk a mile in my hoop shoesMe and Tune 2 loose screws2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn’t even pop upLast night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truckPolo T and drop crotch, moccasins without socksAnd I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off
I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologneAnd if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass aloneI say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone‘Cause bitch I smell like money
