2 Chainz Smell Like Money

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]

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 is 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

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]

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

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]

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 drop crotch, moccasins without socks

And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]

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