Smells Like Money Songtext
von Yung Gravy
Smells Like Money Songtext
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)
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)
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