Like Money

[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 Fuck 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 nigga for real Bar steel, stack mill Fuck your bitch for thrill And keep patron on chill Mafia way done, sipping on Louis Vuitton Slippers on the baddest bitch You ever seen in the [?] Los Angeles bread, get down [?] Stack paper with Three 6, keep bricks and [?] Vietnam niggas, sip and don niggas Platinum change, foreign exchange The nigga Game