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Jason Martin
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Jason Martin
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[Verse 1]
Look like, walk like, smell like cash
You a freak, I could tell that fast
Whatever it is, I sell that fast
And you know I'm all about that math
Whatever it is, I do it big
Whatever it is, I do it big
[Verse 2]
What?
Twisted off the yak, fro hanging out the hat
Like, all my bitches bad, serve 'em dick till they act right
Getting scratch like a cat fight
Blowing loud, bro, burner keep my pack right
These guys are more chicken, hitting Saks Fifth
Hey, ain't tripping, just threw forty in the mattress
Bro, you playing like a bitch, you's a actress
Tear your hood up, have you drier then a cactus
P-Lo hit you with a banger
Rap **** that got bitches like a singer
Just took a shot, and I got some more in the chamber
Your bitch in my car, and let her cum on my finger
Ew, she can get nasty, bitch
I'm on one, and I ain't looking for a classy bitch
I need a ho that's ready to fuck some
Baby mama keep calling, she don't want nothing
Deal with me later, I'm busy
[Verse 3]
Look like, walk like, smell like cash
You a freak, I could tell that fast
Whatever it is, I sell that fast
And you know I'm all about that math
Whatever it is, I do it big
Whatever it is, I do it big
[Verse 4]
I do it big like a big **** should
A big ****, skinny bitches like, "Ooh"
I smell like a rack, a grand
To big bitches, I'm a rack of lamb
Turned up in this 'cause burn up
Pimp like a perm up
B-A-D, I'll always earn up, my **** learn up
I keep her cumming like tactics
The bitch ain't ever pregnant
Taught my sperm to do backflips
[Verse 5]
I do it big, Jimmy Neutron head
I'm getting crouton bread
I hit it, she get the boot like Waynehead leg
That's a punt
Your baby daddy a little fruit, that's a Runt
I'm all about the cash, man, I'm always on the hunt
Yeah, I'm getting paper, still fire up a blunt
Still riding through the hood like I ain't shit
The gang can't quit, if I ain't on your song, that thing ain't it
[Verse 6]
Look like, walk like, smell like cash
You a freak, I could tell that fast
Whatever it is, I sell that fast
And you know I'm all about that math
Whatever it is, I do it big
Whatever it is, I do it big
[Verse 7]
Bitches give me cash for Christmas
That's merry dough, leave a bitch
Wetter than whatever makes the fairy flow, drail
Whole Tom Cruise like Terry Jones
Problems, we'll bring the hell stance 'cause we carry it all
Sell a bitch like car insurance
Your baby mama call the ****, she want reassurance
She want me into it, and I'ma get into it
I'm not the only she let my **** still influence
[Verse 8]
Back on it, 'bout to mack on it
And I kick game for cheap, I get my Shaq on it
'Cause, baby, should I spend a rack on it?
Sweated it out in Vegas
Treat a hater like typos, I get 'em edited out the paper
Razor sharp flavor, might give you a buck fifty
Put the pressure on 'em, get 'em fried up, crispy
Heartbreak game make the girls go stupid
Stay on the hustle, I'm up early with the rooster
[Verse 9]
Look like, walk like, smell like cash
You a freak, I could tell that fast
Whatever it is, I sell that fast
And you know I'm all about that math
Whatever it is, I do it big
Whatever it is, I do it big
Written by: Dominic Wynn Woods, Jason Martin, Paulo Ytienza Rodriguez, Sudan Ameer Williams, Terrence Harden