Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go that C5
Bitch I'm back, with that crack like lines
Asinine, I get blow dandelions
Fuck more hoes than
They say you're dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy don't keep it real no more
Drug dealers changed but the high stay the
Prices go up but the high stay the
watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the lock on the
on the couch with the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, alarm
I just cut off the lights so I shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I so much hemp
The world too small, it like 4 walls
You see I got punched in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took 'em and nigga we it
T 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 we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin', the we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, shit is
It is a but niggas is shameless
is assholes, or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I blew my mind out
But still I'm
Real shit it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, 2
I niggas from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
the weatherman to the anchorman
I hella cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it for this
I 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
And rude awakenings get in like fragrances

Bitch I smell money, dope and cologne
I say bitch I smell like money, that's that dope and
And if he ain't getting money, don't him, leave his broke ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell money
When you this rich call it wealthy
Shit they call it somethin'
Lord I done got too for stuntin' (Damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's bitch I smell like money, money
You me coming

(2 Chainz)
double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and
Through the concrete grew a petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd a gold medal
I steal her like Bettis
Call me Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in front of Neiman
He ain't never fly nigga, like an
They say nothing for free, but please free my partnas
Might have a swag contest and out free Versaces
Yea, lobster rolls for an
Bad red bitch give me a
I'm in my Rolls Royce it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig this rapid
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a victim of a victim
Codeines, Xanax and
Prescriptions and pistols
Got clean with the crystals
Middle to the judicials
and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome with 2
I get head and you her
I don't never call and you her
I got gun except a missile
I paid to the minister
My silhouette is
Only child with issues
You couldn't walk a in my hoop shoes
Me and 2 loose screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop even pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop
tee and ice watch, moccasins without socks
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand the lights off

I say bitch I like money, that's that dope and cologne
And if he getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell money