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