Luyện nghe bài hát Smell Like Money

Here I go, here I go this C5
Bitch I'm back, with crack like panty lines
Asinine, I get blow like
Fuck more hoes advertise
They say Tune you're wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy don't keep it real no more
Drug 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 crib with the lock on the
on the couch with the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, breach
I just cut off the so I don't shoot my hoe
I eat so shrimp, I smoke so much hemp
The too small, it feel like 4 walls
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 Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing sweet but the that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, is restraining
It is a shame but is shameless
Niggas is assholes, or enemas, get anal
Injury, time out, I blew my mind out
But I'm maintaining
gangsta shit it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, 2
I throw niggas off of the plane I'm in
Oh my God, it's men
Said the weatherman to the
I hella cash to the bank I'm with
you do it for if it ain't for this
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 awakenings get taken in like fragrances

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

(2 Chainz)
Totin' double barrels in a and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and
Through the concrete grew a petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a medal
I steal her like Jerome
me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in of Neiman Marcus
He ain't never fly nigga, an ostrich
They say ain't for free, but please free my partnas
Might have a swag and give out free Versaces
Yea, rolls for an appetizer
Bad red give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig rapid fire
stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax and
Prescriptions and couple
Got clean with the crystals
finger to the judicials
Fork and a pot is my
Had a with 2 sisters
I get and you kiss her
I don't never and you miss her
I got gun except a missile
I paid attention to the
My silhouette is
child with trust issues
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Me and Tune 2 screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a truck
tee and ice watch, moccasins without socks
And I smell like money, I can a hundred thousand with the lights off

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