Smells Like Money - Yung Gravy

Brrrr!
Ayy, Yen, rupies, Franks, Pesos
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I count my loot, baby-baby, smell like money
Smooth, Gravy-Gravy (Bitch), smell like money
Woo, piped your lady (Woah), yeah, smelled kinda funny
Baby-baby, smells like money

I open my wallet like
Like, goddamn! (Goddamn)
What the fuck? He got bands (Bands!)
I'm going, stupid
But you already knew it
Draft the ass, I recruit it
First round 'cause I'm bougie
I've been cruisin', booty cheeks I'm bruisin'
Gravy, you so soothin'
Ridin' round town with a bitch named Susan

Bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money, money
Damn, money, ooo!

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

Get mine, get mine, get mine
Get yours, bitch, imma get mine
Hit dimes, hit dime- hit dimes
Piped 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 tits 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 (Woah)
With your bitch reproducing (Molly)
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 (Bitch), smell like money
Woo, piped your lady (Woah), yeah, smelled kinda funny
Baby-baby, smells like money

Smell like money
Smell like money
Woah
Yeah, smell like money