Look Like Money

(GMB)

(Finesse, you stupid for this, like a motherfucker)

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 **** 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 **** with a whole lotta money

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 **** hell every day, that's on my kid

Ask my people 'nem, I was in the car when we slid

Held my **** 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

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 **** 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 **** with a whole lotta money

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

**** hate you and love you in disguise, it get tricky

Crack City, where I'm from, **** serve they mama fifty

Tryna get that 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 **** 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 **** with a whole lotta money