Текст песни Smells Like Money - Yung Gravy

Brrrr
Ayy, yen, rupies, franks, pesos
We apologize
But you have exceeded the max volume on your bank account

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

Up in 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'
Ride 'round town with a bitch named Susan

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

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

Get mine, get mine, get mine
Get yours bitch, I'ma get mine
Hit dimes, hit dime, hit dimes
Would you pipe 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 a blue tint
50k, just my accoutrements
Cop the crib for amusement (Woah)
With your bitch reproducing (Oh)
I can't fuck with pollution
Italy hoe, she boppity boopin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

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