Stinky Money

Man, this menu's fucking weird

Yo, what the fuck is beans on toast?

Wait - hold up, hold up-

Good evening, gentleman

What will you be having this evening?

Uh, you got no fries here?

Um, no, we do not have any fries I'm so sorry

Alright, I'll get the, uh, bangers and ass

Ah yes, and for you sir?

Yeah, I'll get the same shit

Ah, perfect, that'll be two orders of bangers and ass

Excellent choice

I got that, rolly

My diamonds, they holy

Your girlfriend, below me

She sucking my baloney

Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money

Man, that shit's smelling funny

I got that, stinky

Ice on my, pinky

Lexanis on my 'ghini

I got that tiny weenie

Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money

And, that shit's smelling funny

Yeah

Pull up with the bag, I don't mean to brag

But I got them racks, smelling like a rag

Zeroes on the tags, light up, take a drag

Stinky like my cash, that shit make you gag (yah)

All this money laundered (yeah)

But it still smell like death (okay)

I wake up talking cheddar (uh), just call that morning breath (ha)

I stack this paper tall, them smelly, soggy racks, (ay)

My wallet on the table, she said, did you rip ass?

She two-faced for the blue face

Boy you can't trust these hoes (nuh-uh)

You want these bands, baby?

Toucan sam, bitch follow your nose

I got that, rolly

My diamonds, they holy

Your girlfriend, below me

She sucking my baloney

Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money

Man, that shit's smelling funny

I got that, stinky

Ice on my, pinky

Lexanis on my 'ghini

I got that tiny weenie

Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money

And, that shit's smelling funny

My money stinky as fuck, call that shit pepé le pew

Got a hundred bands in my Louis bag

Jack smell like a got a skunk in the coop

Now I got the feds in my whip

Looking for a pack in the glovebox

Covering they nose when they open up the duffle

Thinking that the motherfucker got gym socks

My bands be seasoned with stripper shit

That's what I like to call chocolate chips

Your bank account lookin' tore up

I got old bread, make you wanna throw up (uh)

Reach into my ass, pull out cash, you like, who the fuck?

That a damn deposit or some ten-year aged gouda, bitch?

I got that, rolly

My diamonds, they holy

Your girlfriend, below me

She sucking my baloney

Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money

Man, that shit's smelling funny

I got that, stinky

Ice on my, pinky

Lexanis on my 'ghini

I got that tiny weenie

Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money

And that shit's smelling funny