DJ Premier - I Smell Like Money lyrics

Hook: Ayyo I look like money, I walk like money, I talk like money I smell like money, I act like money, I rap like money, I put my money in the back then go! Verse One: Ayyo this is for my goons that be breaking and entering Roll up in the Berg from the project tenements Leave your crib with a Santa bag full of presidents Eyes dialated but leave no evidence Leave yo residents, tied the f** up like a circus elephant, purchase medicine With the money from your mom purse and her television, E's, Oxys, Coke, Amphetamine Sniffing and shredding it, redirect of a gentleman, hotter then the kettle This metals full of adrenaline Far from a gentle man, cuz I enter scams, with last weeks blood on my hands You cats sweet like Candy Yams! I'm the Candy Man! Say my name five times and Blam! You see your enemy and you ran, I see my enemy and put up my hands or just give him a glance Like, you ain't hurting nothing the curtains shut on your hurse and then you Dead as a horse that'll dead as cavorcki and I, Triz in a orgy then throw her back in the audience Celtics jersey I bought is just fresh and looking accordingly give a f** what you thought of me I'm a rhyming minority, cuz i'm ill and all these new cats is boring me Celebrating cuz Bun got the source cover, love to see my n***as make it, pa** they imagination Free Easy Money with street money I made it, never went to school I got a college education But I move Jason, call me the doctor, have made patients, weed like a Rasta Chicken with the pasta, that's what he ate, I can tell when they shot him, homie spit up his plate Isn't it great, we living in a biblical state, eye for an eye, so I might rip up your face I'm a problem, I should of got signed by Suge, but I didn't, so i'm still stuck in the hood I walk around like my sh** don't stink, with my big ol' Linc, give a f** what you weirdos think I tell them i'ma be the best an nobody is stopping that, some say i'm a co*ky cat But I ain't a copy cat, got a couple people robbed, but they ain't rob me back! s**s for them, feels good for me though! I'm a murder mas with white trash that like cash so they sell white fast till they whole life pa** Got a Mami with a big old a**, and another one that's flat just for rubbing my back I'm in the trap like a mouse, call it the crack house, OG's mash out,smoke weed pa** out Chorus: I look like money, I walk like money, I talk like money I smell like money, I act like money, I rap like money, I put my money in the back then go! Verse Two: Ayyo this if for my goons that be 4,5,6ing it Percecet, purple haze, c**aine mixing it Propane sipping it, but my brains infinite, like Slim Ferg sh**, trust me I hurt sh** Comparing me to regularities, hilarity it's charity the way I get you high when you hearing me Yall rappers be scaring me, must be cuz you crazy, rocking them tight pants, like my old lady Free gutta lee's, gutta streets got me bugging I can move a half an onion ever hour if its fronted Oh yes! Homie I smell like money, cuz when I was a kid I used to dress bummy And that wasn't funny, and it still ain't, enemy's wanna hate but i'm laughing to the bank I burn sh** down like more the mills baby, s** on my balls while you palm the dillz Chorus x2: I look like money, I walk like money, I talk like money I smell like money, I act like money, I rap like money, I put my money in the back then go! I look like money, I walk like money, I talk like money I smell like money, I act like money, I rap like money, I put my money in the back then go!