This is a song about "Smells like money"

If you ain't about money

She smells the skunk on me

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

And it smells like burger king.

You should be running

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

She spends money like it grows on trees/

That i can only love you when you undressed

Got her glued to my money like it a dope nest

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Money runs like a golden river