YUNG RALPH
Look Like Money
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Lyrics for Look Like Money
Cuz I look like money, smell like moneyTalk like money, even walk like money
Chorus
Everywhere I go, and everywhere I be
I don’t even talk, and they still know it’s me
Cuz I look like money, smell like money
Talk like money, even walk like money
I pull up at the club, man I’m a stunna
Fresh outfit, in my Dolce Cabanas
Cuz I look like money, smell like money
Talk like money, even walk like money
Verse 1
Man, my wet paint leave a stain in the streets
And these 16 bars leave a stain on the beat
My pockets swoll up, they need slim fast
Got weight, never been to a gym class!
(work) But I walk around with (work), in a gym bag (work)
One call, I can get rid of them real fast
Man I came up quick in the trap
Got a whole lotta money thanks to all them caps
Now, look at my ride, you can tell that’s money
And I look, walk, talk, even smell like money
I stay down, make quick flips
No gas when I talk about quick trips
If your talking dollars, then I’m down with it
Like Loc, let’s get, get, get it!
If I get a ticket, it’s all on me
Cleveland Ave, Jungle Row, the whole Zone 3
Chorus
Everywhere I go, and everywhere I be
I don’t even talk, and they still know it’s me
Cuz I look like money, smell like money
Talk like money, even walk like money
I pull up at the club, man I’m a stunna
Fresh outfit, in my Dolce Cabanas
Cuz I look like money, smell like money
Talk like money, even walk like money
Verse 2
A hater’s shoe too small for my feet
They can’t, they can’t, what I drink
They can’t, they can’t, I eat
With no deal, still known in these streets
Wet paint, ride rims, way older than me (stuntin)
This for them (for them) that be hate on me
Walking round holdin (holdin) conversate on me
About a (about a) you can have that ish
Treat her like school, give her early dismissal (bye bye)
Big bank, no ones and a pistol
Smoke stacks, roll it up in king size swishers
Check my swag, I got flavor
Call me notebook, cuz I got that paper
Chorus
Everywhere I go, and everywhere I be
I don’t even talk, and they still know it’s me
Cuz I look like money, smell like money
Talk like money, even walk like money
I pull up at the club, man I’m a stunna
Fresh outfit, in my Dolce Cabanas
Cuz I look like money, smell like money
Talk like money, even walk like money
Like money
Like money
Like money
Cuz I look like money
Like money
Like money
Like money
Cuz I look like money