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 Tune dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy don't keep it real no more
dealers changed but the high stay the same
Prices go up but the stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers crying in the rain
Chillin' in the with the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch with the on the floor
Within arm reach, security, breach
I just cut off the lights so I don't my hoe
I eat so shrimp, I smoke so much hemp
The world too small, it feel like 4
You see I got holes in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took 'em and we made it
T roll that killer, up in the Swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, cry for help we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a but niggas is shameless
Niggas is assholes, or enemas, finna get
Injury, time out, I blew my mind out
But I'm maintaining
Real shit it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, 2
I throw from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, raining men
Said the to the anchorman
I send cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it ain't for
I watch my step so much, I'm to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get in like fragrances

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

(2 Chainz)
double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and
the concrete grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold
I her like Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own
Parallel park in of Neiman Marcus
He never fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say nothing for free, but please free my partnas
Might have a swag contest and give out Versaces
Yea, rolls for an appetizer
Bad red bitch give me a
I'm in my Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig this rapid
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax and
and couple pistols
Got molly with the crystals
Middle to the judicials
Fork and a pot is my
Had a threesome 2 sisters
I get head and you her
I never call and you miss her
I got every gun a missile
I paid to the minister
My is sinister
Only child with trust
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Me and 2 loose screws
2 in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
Last I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
Polo tee and ice watch, moccasins socks
And I like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off

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