Testi:
Belly Smells Like Money

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

and bent awkward by the bought, prepped package of the slickest spin-doctors. Raised where the paranoid hide tools proper, like suspicious cargo in a high school locker. And it looks like war, quacks like

like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin

payin bills and I'm sick of payin rent Seem like I work all the time but don't know where the money went And the funny shit is we supposed to like this

your specifications, to your gratifications Yeah Kool-Aid is like an aphrodisiac Your pleasure is mine Like when a whore goes out to whore And bring you back all the money

all not ready Watch my booty shake like a fat ladies' belly My style so stank I better bank u gon' smell Aww u smell me, smells like money When I come

kitchen wood chilled with the feet broke Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money

back and bust it open like you posed to [x4] [Mack Maine:] Now get back to the money, now get back to the money, now get back to the money, now get back

game, I'm giving you I use to have hoes named Pam, Keisha, Cocoa, Olivia, strap so Much work to they thighs, to the state they pussy smell like Bolivia