I Smell Rich lyrics

[Intro]
Superoff-
Naw you can't
I already said it like
Superofficial Filmz
You better tap in right now
AHHH-

[Verse]
Asked a b*tch what I smell like, she said I smell rich
b*tch ask me what she smell like, I said, "I smell fish"
n*gga tried to slide on the opps with a Kel-Tec
Riding round with snub-nose, on my snail sh*t
I be in the woods starting fires with some real sticks
Fake ass lens on your bus with the real sticks
(Bop, bop,) Make-
Yeah (Bop, bop, bop)
Make some ahh-
Dang (bop, bop)
Make some slide music on my drill sh*t
Pop a n*gga every sixteen hours on my pill sh*t
AHHH-
f*ck
Record labels keep calling my phonе, I'm on my deal sh*t
Buy a feature you gеt one for free, I'm on my deal sh*t
n*gga, I'm the man with the iron on my steel sh*t
Superman, but I can't save these b*tches cause they still sh*t
Left my little cousin at the crib because he steal sh*t
Barbecue somebody at family reunion, on my grill sh*t
My b*tch won't cheat on me, I'm not Will Smith
Only got a couple hundred thousand, I ain't real rich
I just bought a crib that's out somewhere, I'm on some field sh*t
Perform on your b*tch like a doctor, on my Phil sh*t
b*tch told me I could grab her ass, I don't feel sh*t
Even if a n*gga constipated, I'ma still sh*t
AK-47 with banana, bout to peel sh*t
Old school, Lil Boosie, Webbie, on my Trill sh*t
Bouta make a b*tch cook my food, on my meal sh*t
I just stepped in some dog dookie, it was real sh*t
I know a n*gga spent all his money, he was still rich
I can't even hit her at hotels, I be bed breaking
I can't even hit her from the side, I be leg breaking
b*tch keep having orgasms, she be leg shaking
Why the f*ck is you even around, you be dead weighting
Hit you cross the head with a bottle got yo-
Damn
Hit you cross your dome with a bottle, got yo head shaking
Riding round with a pencil sharpener, I be lead breaking
n*ggas I don't know show me love but my man's hating
(Coochie sounds)
I can't even speak in-
Ooh, damn
I can't even speak in coochie language, gotta translate it
I just asked a b*tch can I f*ck she said, "Yeah," but my n*gga wanna f*ck too, got my mans waiting
I just bought a crib in the fields, I be landscaping
You the typa n*gga hit the club and be dance breaking
Damn
I mean break dancing
You won't ever make it to the top cause you don't take chances
All this f*cking ice on my body, why they stay glancing
Beecher down the street from Detroit, bro this ain't Lansing
Jumped off a plane, but I'm good, cause I stay landing
I was making plays out in South Dakota, but this ain't Brandon
You could pledge allegiance to the flag, but I ain't standing
Damn I had to wait for 22, but this ain't Madden
n*gga ain't gone make it to the top cause he ain't planning
I just hit a b*tch I barely know, but she ain't random
Four in the Crush Pineapple, boy this ain't Fanta
b*tch shaking ass for no money, she a fake dancer
I kill you off of one pump, bro this ain't cancer
I just seen a dead man walking, bro this ain't Casper
n*gga tried to run from some bullets, bro you ain't faster
b*tch think she cuter than her friend, b*tch you ain't badder
He say he ain't want her to himself, but you ain't pass her
(I mean like, you coulda passed her)