Smells Like Money Songtext
von Yung Gravy

Brr
Ayy, yen, rupies, franks, pesos
We apologize
But you have exceeded the max volume on your bank account

I count my loot, baby-baby, smell like money
Smooth, Gravy-Gravy, smell like money
Woo, piped your lady (whoa), yeah, smell kinda funny
Woo, baby-baby, smells like money

Open my wallet, like, like goddamn (goddamn)
What the fuck? He got bands (bands)
I′m going stupid, but you already knew it
Draft that ass, I recruit it (recruit it)
First round 'cause I′m bougie
I been, cruisin', booty cheeks I'm bruisin′
Gravy you so soothin′
Ride 'round town with a bitch named Susan

Bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money, money, damn, money


I count my loot, baby-baby, smell like money
Smooth, Gravy-Gravy, smell like money
Woo, piped your lady (whoa), yeah, smell kinda funny
Woo, baby-baby, smells like money

Get mine, get mine, get mine
Get yours bitch, Imma get mine
Hit dimes, hit dime-, hit dimes
Would you pipe that bitch for the fifth time?
Get up, get up, get up
I wake up, count my chips up
Get up, get up, get up
If you fuck with me, end up - up

Making movement
Had to go paint my coupe mint
Raspberry whip with the blue tint
50k, just my accoutrements
Copped a crib for amusement (whoa)
With your bitch reproducing (whoa)
I can′t fuck with pollution
Italy hoe, she boppity boopin'

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


I count my loot, baby-baby, smell like money
Smooth, Gravy-Gravy, smell like money
Woo, piped your lady (whoa), yeah, smell kinda funny
Woo, baby-baby, smells like money (woo)

Smell like money (woo)
Smell like money (woo)
(Whoa) yeah, smell like money (woo)