won't reach us (Bitches) I smell like hundred dollar cohibas My back pockets smell like visa My sandal still smell like a visa My ice still smell like
I smell a massacre. Charles Manson, You don't stand a chance wit her. Jeffrey Dahmer, you lookin' like lunch to me. 'Bout to kill all you bitches like
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album
need it all The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes I can't just let you run up on me like that (all on me like that) Yeah I see you aiming
When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit Long as I'm in this fucker, I'm determined to kill shit Zap nigga's like
know I'm at the condo busting condoms on the floor We keep the crunk hyper than any who use a mic We do the kinda music the pretty women gon' like A sweet smell
to do girl What you came to do tonight but I came to party, oh Sing it Ghetto girls Suburban girls International girls, smell me? Ghetto girls Suburban girls International girls, smell
now, big dawg now one shot deal Yea, okay Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be Money spent, gettin' bent, chicks in front of me Just the way I like
Chorus Put a lame mouth when I feel like nothing You niggers getting back over here we are getting money You know how it looks I know how it smells GPS
on my nerve, .... look at your liquor like a... ..your liquor like... chorus: (x2) ..how she rush, nigger, we all got hit like ..., nigger, we don't wanna feel like
cold as this Do the rap and attract triple double no assists And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like
Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And
to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know [Ice-
contract Dressed in black, I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck
think my hair wont cut the way I'm good in my hood I pass through like sho they show love It's an event whenever I shows up The money it goes up, day
?t stop now Mo? money, fast women is my lifestyle Look at me buying everything I like now Never thought that I would turn my life round It?s like a crap