Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go this that C5
 Bitch I'm back, with that crack like panty lines
 Asinine, I get blow like dandelions
 Fuck more hoes than advertised
 They say Tune you're dead wrong
 I say wrong, had to die
 Pussy nigga don't keep it real no more
 Drug dealers changed but the high stay the same
 Prices go up but the high stay the same
 Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
 Chillin' in the crib with the lock on the door
 Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the floor
 Within arm reach, security, alarm breach
 I just cut off the lights so I don't shoot my hoe
 I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much hemp
 The world too small it feel like 4 walls
 You see I got holes punched in
 My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took 'em and nigga we made it
 T roll that killer, weed up in the swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
 My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a hanky
 Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
 The pen is suspending, shit is restraining
 It is a shame but niggas is shameless
 Niggas is assholes, or enemas, finna get anal
 Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out
 But still I'm maintaining
 Real gangsta shit it get dangerous
 You talking money and guns, 2 languages
 I throw niggas from off of the plane I'm in
 Oh my god, it's raining men
 Said the weatherman to the anchorman
 I send hella cash to the bank I'm with
 What you do it for if it ain't for this
 I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles' wrist
 Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
 And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances
 Bitch I smell like money, dope and cologne
 I say bitch I smell like money, that's that dope and cologne
 And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone
 I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
 'Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell like money
 When you this rich they call it wealthy
 Shit they gotta call it somethin'
 Lord I done got too rich for stuntin' (damn)
 But not for thuggin.'
 That's right bitch I smell like money, money
 You smell me coming
 2 Chainz
 Totin' double barrels in a horse and carriage
 Ain't scared of nothing except God and marriage
 Through the concrete grew a rose petal
 If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
 I steal her like Jerome Bettis
 Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
 Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus
 He ain't never fly nigga, like an ostrich
 They say ain't nothing for free, but please free my partnas
 Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces
 Yea, lobster rolls for an appetizer
 Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer
 I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and wiser
 And don't get in the way, my nig this rapid fire
 Brrr stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
 Codeines, Xanax and liquor
 Prescriptions and couple pistols
 Got clean molly with the crystals
 Middle finger to the judicials
 Fork and a pot is my utensils
 Had a threesome with 2 sisters
 I get head and you kiss her
 I don't never call and you miss her
 I got every gun except a missile
 I paid attention to the minister
 My silhouette is sinister
 Only child with trust issues
 You couldn't walk a mile in my hoop shoes
 Me and Tune 2 loose screws
 2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
 Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
 Polo T and ice watch, moccasins without socks
 And 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 cologne
 And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone
 I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
 'Cause bitch I smell like money