YN Jay - I Smell Rich lyrics
[YN Jay - I Smell Rich lyrics]
Superoff-
Naw you can't
I already said it like
Superofficial Filmz
You better tap in right now
AHHH-
Asked a bitch what I smell like, she said I smell rich
Bitch ask me what she smell like, I said, "I smell fish"
Nigga tried to slide on the opps with a Kel-Tec
Riding round with snub-nose, on my snail shit
I be in the woods starting fires with some real sticks
Fake ass lens on your bus with the real sticks
(Bop, bop,) Make-
Yeah (Bop, bop, bop)
Make some ahh-
Dang (bop, bop)
Make some slide music on my drill shit
Pop a nigga every sixteen hours on my pill shit
AHHH-
Fuck
Record labels keep calling my phone, I'm on my deal shit
Buy a feature you get one for free, I'm on my deal shit
Nigga, I'm the man with the iron on my steel shit
Superman, but I can't save these bitches cause they still shit
Left my little cousin at the crib because he steal shit
Barbecue somebody at family reunion, on my grill shit
My bitch won't cheat on me, I'm not Will Smith
Only got a couple hundred thousand, I ain't real rich
I just bought a crib that's out somewhere, I'm on some field shit
Perform on your bitch like a doctor, on my Phil shit
Bitch told me I could grab her ass, I don't feel shit
Even if a nigga constipated, I'ma still shit
AK-47 with banana, bout to peel shit
Old school, Lil Boosie, Webbie, on my Trill shit
Bouta make a bitch cook my food, on my meal shit
I just stepped in some dog dookie, it was real shit
I know a nigga spent all his money, he was still rich
I can't even hit her at hotels, I be bed breaking
I can't even hit her from the side, I be leg breaking
Bitch keep having orgasms, she be leg shaking
Why the fuck is you even around, you be dead weighting
Hit you cross the head with a bottle got yo-
Damn
Hit you cross your dome with a bottle, got yo head shaking
Riding round with a pencil sharpener, I be lead breaking
Niggas I don't know show me love but my man's hating
(Coochie sounds)
I can't even speak in-
Ooh, damn
I can't even speak in coochie language, gotta translate it
I just asked a bitch can I fuck she said, "Yeah," but my nigga wanna fuck too, got my mans waiting
I just bought a crib in the fields, I be landscaping
You the typa nigga hit the club and be dance breaking
Damn
I mean break dancing
You won't ever make it to the top cause you don't take chances
All this fucking ice on my body, why they stay glancing
Bitch we're down the street from Detroit, bro this ain't Lansing
Jumped off a plane, but I'm good, cause I stay landing
I was making plays out in South Dakota, but this ain't Brandon
You could pledge allegiance to the flag, but I ain't standing
Damn I had to wait for 22, but this ain't Madden
Nigga ain't gone make it to the top cause he ain't planning
I just hit a bitch I barely know, but she ain't random
Four in the Crush Pineapple, boy this ain't Fanta
Bitch shaking ass for no money, she a fake dancer
I kill you off of one pump, bro this ain't cancer
I just seen a dead man walking, bro this ain't Casper
Nigga tried to run from some bullets, bro you ain't faster
Bitch think she cuter than her friend, bitch you ain't badder
He say he ain't want her to himself, but you ain't pass her
(I mean like, you coulda passed her)
Naw you can't
I already said it like
Superofficial Filmz
You better tap in right now
AHHH-
Asked a bitch what I smell like, she said I smell rich
Bitch ask me what she smell like, I said, "I smell fish"
Nigga tried to slide on the opps with a Kel-Tec
Riding round with snub-nose, on my snail shit
I be in the woods starting fires with some real sticks
Fake ass lens on your bus with the real sticks
(Bop, bop,) Make-
Yeah (Bop, bop, bop)
Make some ahh-
Dang (bop, bop)
Make some slide music on my drill shit
Pop a nigga every sixteen hours on my pill shit
AHHH-
Fuck
Record labels keep calling my phone, I'm on my deal shit
Buy a feature you get one for free, I'm on my deal shit
Nigga, I'm the man with the iron on my steel shit
Superman, but I can't save these bitches cause they still shit
Left my little cousin at the crib because he steal shit
Barbecue somebody at family reunion, on my grill shit
My bitch won't cheat on me, I'm not Will Smith
Only got a couple hundred thousand, I ain't real rich
I just bought a crib that's out somewhere, I'm on some field shit
Perform on your bitch like a doctor, on my Phil shit
Bitch told me I could grab her ass, I don't feel shit
Even if a nigga constipated, I'ma still shit
AK-47 with banana, bout to peel shit
Old school, Lil Boosie, Webbie, on my Trill shit
Bouta make a bitch cook my food, on my meal shit
I just stepped in some dog dookie, it was real shit
I know a nigga spent all his money, he was still rich
I can't even hit her at hotels, I be bed breaking
I can't even hit her from the side, I be leg breaking
Bitch keep having orgasms, she be leg shaking
Why the fuck is you even around, you be dead weighting
Hit you cross the head with a bottle got yo-
Damn
Hit you cross your dome with a bottle, got yo head shaking
Riding round with a pencil sharpener, I be lead breaking
Niggas I don't know show me love but my man's hating
(Coochie sounds)
I can't even speak in-
Ooh, damn
I can't even speak in coochie language, gotta translate it
I just asked a bitch can I fuck she said, "Yeah," but my nigga wanna fuck too, got my mans waiting
I just bought a crib in the fields, I be landscaping
You the typa nigga hit the club and be dance breaking
Damn
I mean break dancing
You won't ever make it to the top cause you don't take chances
All this fucking ice on my body, why they stay glancing
Bitch we're down the street from Detroit, bro this ain't Lansing
Jumped off a plane, but I'm good, cause I stay landing
I was making plays out in South Dakota, but this ain't Brandon
You could pledge allegiance to the flag, but I ain't standing
Damn I had to wait for 22, but this ain't Madden
Nigga ain't gone make it to the top cause he ain't planning
I just hit a bitch I barely know, but she ain't random
Four in the Crush Pineapple, boy this ain't Fanta
Bitch shaking ass for no money, she a fake dancer
I kill you off of one pump, bro this ain't cancer
I just seen a dead man walking, bro this ain't Casper
Nigga tried to run from some bullets, bro you ain't faster
Bitch think she cuter than her friend, bitch you ain't badder
He say he ain't want her to himself, but you ain't pass her
(I mean like, you coulda passed her)