Look Like Money

Lyrics

[Intro] (GMB) (Finesse, you stupid for this, like a motherfucker) [Chorus] Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin' Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin' Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money [Verse 1] Ayy, bitch, bend it over, go'n let me see She a ho, then she my ho, don't care 'bout shit that she done did I'ma give these niggas hell every day, that's on my kid Ask my people 'nem, I was in the car when we slid Held my nigga down, sent him money through his bid, ayy Where to put this shit? I'm hidin' money in the fridge Ayy, thought that I was over with, they wrong, they was so wrong What I look like beefin' with a bum? I'm two hundred strong Ayy, between me and Lay and True, we can get two hundred gone How you go to sleep broke? Get fucked up, I ain't comin' home Every bitch I ever touched in life hate to leave me 'lone My diamonds real, my street cred official, and my money long I'm lookin' like [Chorus] Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin' Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin' Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money [Verse 2] Bitch, you know I look good Fried chicken, callin' Beezy ass 'cause he cook good Catch an opp in traffic, push a button, get him shook good Ayy, eatin' on the pussy, hit the clit and I'ma hit the hood Ayy, she ride it like a soldier, a soldier Say it's some drank up in that cup, you better not spill my soda Ayy, gave her money for Balenci', but she rather Fashion Nova If it's up, then what we talkin' for? Boy, I'ma fuck you over Had to slow down on them yercs 'cause I be trippin', too bipolar Bitch, I look like a meal ticket I buy P's in California, shoot them hoes to Mississippi Niggas hate you and love you in disguise, it get tricky Crack City, where I'm from, niggas serve they mama fifty Tryna get that money [Chorus] Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin' Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin' Ayy, I'm just a hood nigga with a whole lotta money