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    Bitch, I smell like money
    House sitting up on a hill
    5-star meal in my tummy
    And my nose getting runny 'cause my neck on chill
    Got it out the mud so I'm up like stilts
    Bitches getting mad 'cause they all up in they feels
    Same amount of time they talked shit, went broke
    I doubled down and I went and made another mil'

    Baby, all I do is pop tags, pop seals, pop out, pop up, pop bottles, pop pills
    Pop up on your FYP with a PYT, fat ass and a six inch heel
    Baby said she fuck with me 'cause of my build
    Said she never fucked with a bitch this real
    She seen me, with this BDE, she on EBT, she gon' get this meal

    'Cause I been broke, been rich, been lit, been that bitch
    What you talking 'bout? Skin been sunkissed, hair been inches
    Bitch, I am all about whatever gon' get that win
    With a black Barbie that don't need no Ken
    I ain't gotta do much 'cause when I rizz yo bitch then I bet I'm in like Flynn

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    So tell me I can't
    Pop up with a bitch like this, walk up and she give me kiss
    Tell me I can't
    I ain't gotta get my lick, bet I got my exes pissed
    Tell me I can't
    Tell me I ain't make more money since the last bitch left me 'lone
    Tell me I can't
    Double up, now you better change that posture and lower that tone, bitch

    Bitch I smell like money
    House sitting up on a hill
    5-star meal in my tummy
    And my nose getting runny 'cause my neck on chill
    Bitch, I, bitch, I smell like money
    House sitting up on a hill
    5-star meal in my tummy
    And my nose getting runny 'cause my neck on chill
    Bitch, I, bitch, I smell like money
    House sitting up on a hill
    5-star meal in my tummy
    And my nose getting runny 'cause my neck on chill
    Bitch, I, bitch, I smell like money
    House sitting up on a hill
    5-star meal in my tummy
    And my nose getting runny 'cause my neck on chill

    Tell me I can't
    Pop up with a bitch like this, walk up and she give me kiss
    Tell me I can't
    I ain't gotta get my lick, bet I got my exes pissed
    Tell me I can't
    Tell me I ain't make more money since the last bitch left me 'lone
    Tell me I can't
    Double up, now you better change that posture and lower that tone, bitch

    Bitch, I smell like money, money, money, money, money, money
    Bitch, I smell like money, money, money, money, money, money, money
    Bitch, I smell like money

    Song details

    Composition: Sir Jai, Dj Jopez, and Martin Willumeit

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