[Intro]
(GMB)
(Finesse, you stupid for this, like a motherfucker)

[Chorus]
Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah
Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy
When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin'
Ayy, I'm just a hood n***a with a whole lotta money
Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah
Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy
When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin'
Ayy, I'm just a hood n***a with a whole lotta money

[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch, bend it over, go'n let me see
She a ho, then she my ho, don't care 'bout shit that she done did
I'ma give these n***as hell every day, that's on my kid
Ask my people 'nem, I was in the car when we slid
Held my n***a down, sent him money through his bid, ayy
Where to put this shit? I'm hidin' money in the fridge
Ayy, thought that I was over with, they wrong, they was so wrong
What I look like beefin' with a bum? I'm two hundred strong
Ayy, between me and Lay and True, we can get two hundred gone
How you go to sleep broke? Get fucked up, I ain't comin' home
Every bitch I ever touched in life hate to leave me 'lone
My diamonds real, my street cred official, and my money long
I'm lookin' like
[Chorus]
Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah
Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy
When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin'
Ayy, I'm just a hood n***a with a whole lotta money
Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah
Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy
When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin'
Ayy, I'm just a hood n***a with a whole lotta money

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know I look good
Fried chicken, callin' Beezy ass 'cause he cook good
Catch an opp in traffic, push a button, get him shook good
Ayy, eatin' on the pussy, hit the clit and I'ma hit the hood
Ayy, she ride it like a soldier, a soldier
Say it's some drank up in that cup, you better not spill my soda
Ayy, gave her money for Balenci', but she rather Fashion Nova
If it's up, then what we talkin' for? Boy, I'ma fuck you over
Had to slow down on them yercs 'cause I be trippin', too bipolar
Bitch, I look like a meal ticket
I buy P's in California, shoot them hoes to Mississippi
N***as hate you and love you in disguise, it get tricky
Crack City, where I'm from, n***as serve they mama fifty
Tryna get that money
[Chorus]
Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah
Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy
When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin'
Ayy, I'm just a hood n***a with a whole lotta money
Ayy, look like money, talk like money, yeah
Smell like money, lotta blue hundreds, ayy
When we fuckin', come here, baby, stop runnin'
Ayy, I'm just a hood n***a with a whole lotta money