Here I go, here I go, this that C5 Bitch, I'm back with that crack like panty lines Ask for none, I get blowed like dandelions *** more hoes than advertised They say, Tony, you're dead wrong I say wrong, had to die Pussy nigga, don't keep it real no more Drug deals change, but the high stay the same Prices go up, but the high stay the same Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain Chilling in the crib with the lock on the door Laying on the couch with the Glock on the floor With the non-reach, carry the alarm breach I just cut off all lights so I don't shoot my hoe I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much hemp The world too small if a life full of walls You see I got hoes, punch, bent My chances are cold, cut, bent But I still took them and nigga, we made it T-Roll that killer weed up in the switcher And make it as fat as a pig in a blanket My BFF is Benjamin Franklin They cry for help, we give them a hanky Ain't nothing sweet, but the *** that we drinking The bitches we banging and send them advantage The penalty's pending, *** is restraining It is a shame, but niggas is shameless Niggas is assholes I'm intimate, spin like your anal Injury time out I just blew my mind out But still I'm maintaining Real gangsta ***, it get dangerous I'm talking money and guns, two languages I throw niggas from off of the plane to man Oh my God, it's raining men Said the weatherman to the anchorman I sent hella cash to the bank I'm with What you do it for if it ain't for this? I watch my steps so much Starting to feel like my ankles risked Cold-hearted Starting to feel like I'm an anchorage when I think of this I'm rude, awaken this Get taken in like fragrances Bitch, I smell like money Dope and cologne I said, bitch, I smell like money That's that dope and cologne In the pen, getting money Don't love him Leave his broke ass alone I say, if he ain't getting money Leave his stank ass alone Cause, bitch, I smell like money I smell like money When you this rich, they call it wealthy ***, they gotta call it something Yeah, Lord, I done got to risk this money But not for nothing That's right, bitch, I smell like money You smell me coming Totin' double barrels and a horse and carriage I ain't scared of nothing, it's a guarded marriage Through the concrete, grew a rose petal If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold medal I still look like Jerome Baddish Call me Trio Cosby, I might spike my own beverage Parallel parking, runnin' in my Marthas He ain't never fly, nigga, like the Oscars They say, ain't nothing for free, but please free my partners Might have a swag contest and give out free Versace Yeah, lost the rose for an advertiser Bad red, bitch, give me a lapetizer I'm in my rose rush because it's black and wiser And don't get in the way, my name is Rapid Fire Sticker, I'm a victim of being a victim Codeine, Xanax, and liquor Prescriptions and a couple pistols Got clean molly with the crystals Middle finger to the judicial Fork and a pot is my utensils Had a threesome with two sisters I get had and you kiss her I don't never call her, you miss her I got every gun except my missile I paid attention to the minister My silhouette is sinister Only child would trust his shoes You couldn't walk a mile in my hoop shoes Mid-tones, two loose screws Two parts of my box cut My pop wouldn't even pop up Last night, I prayed to God And asked for him to make a drop truck Polo tee and ice watch Moccasins without socks And I smell like money I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off