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 advertise 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 paining, 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 tee 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