The Game - Like Money lyrics

[Hook: DJ Paul x2] I look, I feel, I smell like money (x2) Just look at me dummy Loo-look at me dummy Pull ya shades down, get a good look at me dummy [Verse 1, DJ Paul] Once again it's on Or should I say my eyes on Back on the stove I'm somethin' like a Amero The way I make it twerk I keep some good work I'm into Culinary See me on the Food Network Smilin' in her ear, with a 'gar in my mouth In the V.I.P, man we standin on the couch And I got a whole lotta lock-jaw women But it's too bad half already in me Clownin, doin donuts in the Charger wit' a Hemi Comin' down ya block like Vroom-vroom, do ya hea' me? Headed to the club You can catch me in the powder room When I'm in the hood I'm in that trap bangin that boom-boom, boy! [Hook x2] [Verse 2: The Game] If I ruled the world, I'll shake it like a chronic leaf f** all day, smoke and bang UGK Roll up sticky, and surround myself by dime pieces Rocking cuban link, drive fast cars, is my thing Hood n***a for real Bar steel, stack mill f** your b**h for thrill And keep patron on chill Mafia way done, sipping on Louis Vuitton Slippers on the baddest b**h You ever seen in the [?] Los Angeles bread, get down [?] Stack paper with Three 6, keep bricks and [?] Vietnam n***as, sip and don n***as Platinum change, foreign exchange The n***a Game