Chill Smith, Chris Rockwell - Money Pose Lyrics

Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
I'm just chillin
Feeling like a caveman
I been inside for like eight days now
I'm stepping out, black mask and some Ray Bans
See a mirror, strike a pose, do a play dance
Feeling like four million dollars
King of my castle, hakuna matata
Biggie Smalls told me more money more problems
The issues I have think I might hit the lotto
Nike pants
B-boy stance
Never die, I'm the black Peter Pan
Hanging out the window
Drive my car like a rental
Steppin out stuntin like I'm coming out a Benzo
Big things yeah, real bog things
Smart man yeah, real big brain
Chill to the Smith
Who I is is my name
And I doubt it's gonna change
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
I'm a rap star
With a rock band
Got a fast car
But I rock Vans
From the back yard
To the cash bar
You can act hard
But you're my top fan
No apologies to those who follow me
I shoot from the hip with the wit and the honesty
You want facts I give you philosophy
I don't tell you how it is I tell you how it's got to be
Hit Chill's gig
Crash the show
Then we step into the diner like a fashion show
We profile, you got no style
Try to keep up with us
You go child
My whole crew is icons
Your crew asking is mic on
I can break it down and say it slower
I pose, you're a poser
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money

Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
I'm just chillin
Feeling like a caveman
I been inside for like eight days now
I'm stepping out, black mask and some Ray Bans
See a mirror, strike a pose, do a play dance
Feeling like four million dollars
King of my castle, hakuna matata
Biggie Smalls told me more money more problems
The issues I have think I might hit the lotto
Nike pants
B-boy stance
Never die, I'm the black Peter Pan
Hanging out the window
Drive my car like a rental
Steppin out stuntin like I'm coming out a Benzo
Big things yeah, real bog things
Smart man yeah, real big brain
Chill to the Smith
Who I is is my name
And I doubt it's gonna change
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
I'm a rap star
With a rock band
Got a fast car
But I rock Vans
From the back yard
To the cash bar
You can act hard
But you're my top fan
No apologies to those who follow me
I shoot from the hip with the wit and the honesty
You want facts I give you philosophy
I don't tell you how it is I tell you how it's got to be
Hit Chill's gig
Crash the show
Then we step into the diner like a fashion show
We profile, you got no style
Try to keep up with us
You go child
My whole crew is icons
Your crew asking is mic on
I can break it down and say it slower
I pose, you're a poser
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Pose
Cause you look like money