conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Smell Like Money with the following description: “Smell Like Money” starts with Wayne spitting a fiery a cappella verse. It isn’t until the 14 lines in that Da Honourable C.N.O.T.E.’s heavy, cinematic beat drops.
  Because Wayne’s first begins with “Here I go on that C5” some speculate that this is either a reject from his upcoming Carter V album, or even a preview.
  Chainz then comes in on the second part of the song with his own slow verse and matches Wayne’s classic punchline rap. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Here I go, here I go, this that C5
  Bitch, I’m back, with that crack like panty lines, asinine
  I get blow like dandelions, fuck more hoes than advertised
  They say, "Tune, you’re dead wrong," I say wrong had to die
  Pussy nigga don’t keep it real no more
  Drug dealers changed, but the high stay the same
  Prices go up, but the high stay the same
  Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
  Chillin’ in the crib with the lock on the door
  Layin’ on the couch with the Glock on the floor
  Within arm reach, security, alarm breach
  I just cut off the lights, hope I don’t shoot my hoe
  I eat so much shrimp
  I smoke so much hemp
  The world too small, it feel like four walls
  You see, I got holes punched in
  My chances are cold cut thin
  But I still took ‘em, and nigga, we made it
  T, roll that killer, weed up in the swisher
  And make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
  My BFF is Benjamin Franklin
  They cry for help, we get ‘em a hankie
  Ain’t nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin’
  The bitches we bangin’, the cinnamon danish
  The penalty's pending, shit is restraining
  It is a shame, but niggas is shameless
  Niggas is assholes
  Or enemas, finna get anal
  Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out
  But still I’m maintaining
  Real gangsta shit, it get dangerous
  You talking money and guns, two languages
  I throw niggas from off of the plane I’m in
  "Oh, my God, it’s rainin' men"
  Said the weatherman to the anchorman
  I send hella cash to the bank I’m with
  What you do it for if it ain’t for this?
  I watch my step so much, I’m starting to feel like my ankles’ wrist
  Cold hearted, starting to feel like I’m in Anchorage when I think of this
  And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances [Hook: Lil Wayne & 
  2 Chainz
  ]
  Bitch, I smell like money, dopeman cologne (
  yeah
  )
  I say, bitch, I smell like money (
  money
  ), that’s that dopeman cologne (
  tote!
  )
  And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone (
  yeah
  )
  I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone
  ‘Cause bitch, I smell like money (
  yeah
  )
  I smell like money
  When you this rich, they call it wealthy
  Shit, they gotta call it somethin’
  Yeah, Lord, I done got too rich for stuntin’, damn
  But not for thuggin’
  That’s right bitch I smell like money (
  money
  ), money (
  money
  )
  You smell me coming
  [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
  Yeah, 2 Chainz, uh
  Totin’ double barrels in a horse and carriage
  Ain’t scared of nothing except God and marriage
  Through the concrete grew a rose petal
  If trapping was a sport, I’d have a gold medal
  I steal her, like Jerome Bettis
  Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
  Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus
  He ain’t never fly, nigga, like an ostrich
  They say ain’t nothing for free, but please free my partners
  Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces
  Yeah, lobster rolls for an appetizer
  Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer
  I’m in my Rolls Royce because it’s black and wiser
  And don’t get in the way, my nig, this rapid fire
  Brrr, stick ‘em, I’m a victim of being a victim
  Codeines, Xanax, and liquor
  Prescriptions and couple pistols
  Got clean Molly with the crystals
  Middle finger to the judicials
  Fork and a pot is my utensils
  Had a threesome with two sisters
  I get head and you kiss her
  I don’t never call and you miss her
  I got every gun except a missile
  I paid attention to the minister
  My silhouette is sinister
  Only child with trust issues
  You couldn’t walk a mile in my hoop shoes
  Me and Tune, two loose screws
  Two parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn’t even pop up
  Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
  Polo T and ice watch, moccasins without socks
  And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off
  Woo! Yeah [Outro: Lil Wayne & 
  2 Chainz
  ]
  I say, bitch, I smell like money, that’s that dopeman cologne (
  yeah
  )
  And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone (
  yeah
  )
  I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone
  ‘Cause, bitch, I smell like money