[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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Here I go, here I go, this that C5
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Bitch, I’m back, with that crack like panty lines, asinine
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I get blow like dandelions, fuck more hoes than advertised
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They say, “Tune, you’re dead wrong,” I say wrong had to die
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Pussy nigga don’t keep it real no more
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Drug dealers changed, but the high stay the same
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Prices go up, but the high stay the same
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Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
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Chillin’ in the crib with the lock on the door
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Layin’ on the couch with the Glock on the floor
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Within arm reach, security, alarm breach
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I just cut off the lights, hope I don’t shoot my hoe
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I eat so much shrimp
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I smoke so much hemp
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The world too small, it feel like four walls
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You see, I got holes punched in
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My chances are cold cut thin
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But I still took ‘em, and nigga, we made it
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T, roll that killer, weed up in the swisher
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And make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
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My BFF is Benjamin Franklin
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They cry for help, we get ‘em a hankie
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Ain’t nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin’
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The bitches we bangin’, the cinnamon danish
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The penaltys pending, shit is restraining
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It is a shame, but niggas is shameless
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Niggas is assholes
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Or enemas, finna get anal
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Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out
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But still I’m maintaining
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Real gangsta shit, it get dangerous
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You talking money and guns, two languages
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I throw niggas from off of the plane I’m in
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“Oh, my God, it’s rainin men”
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Said the weatherman to the anchorman
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I send hella cash to the bank I’m with
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What you do it for if it ain’t for this?
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I watch my step so much, I’m starting to feel like my ankles’ wrist
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Cold hearted, starting to feel like I’m in Anchorage when I think of this
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And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances
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[Hook: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
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Bitch, I smell like money, dopeman cologne (yeah)
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I say, bitch, I smell like money (money), that’s that dopeman cologne (tote!)
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And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)
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I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone
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‘Cause bitch, I smell like money (yeah)
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I smell like money
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When you this rich, they call it wealthy
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Shit, they gotta call it somethin’
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Yeah, Lord, I done got too rich for stuntin’, damn
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But not for thuggin’
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That’s right bitch I smell like money (money), money (money)
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You smell me coming
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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
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Yeah, 2 Chainz, uh
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Totin’ double barrels in a horse and carriage
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Ain’t scared of nothing except God and marriage
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Through the concrete grew a rose petal
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If trapping was a sport, I’d have a gold medal
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I steal her, like Jerome Bettis
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Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
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Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus
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He ain’t never fly, nigga, like an ostrich
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They say ain’t nothing for free, but please free my partners
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Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces
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Yeah, lobster rolls for an appetizer
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Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer
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I’m in my Rolls Royce because it’s black and wiser
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And don’t get in the way, my nig, this rapid fire
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Brrr, stick ‘em, I’m a victim of being a victim
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Codeines, Xanax, and liquor
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Prescriptions and couple pistols
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Got clean Molly with the crystals
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Middle finger to the judicials
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Fork and a pot is my utensils
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Had a threesome with two sisters
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I get head and you kiss her
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I don’t never call and you miss her
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I got every gun except a missile
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I paid attention to the minister
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My silhouette is sinister
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Only child with trust issues
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You couldn’t walk a mile in my hoop shoes
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Me and Tune, two loose screws
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Two parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn’t even pop up
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Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
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Polo T and ice watch, moccasins without socks
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And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off
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Woo! Yeah
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[Outro: Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz]
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I say, bitch, I smell like money, that’s that dopeman cologne (yeah)
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And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)
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I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone
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‘Cause, bitch, I smell like money
