Man, this menu's f**in' weird
Yo, what the f** 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 a**
Ah yes, and for you sir?
Yeah, I'll get the same sh**
Ah, perfect, that'll be two orders of bangers and a**
Excellent choice
I got that, rolly
My diamonds, they holy
Your girlfriend, below me
She s**ing my baloney
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that sh**'s smelling funny
I got that, stinky
Ice on my, pinky
[?] on my 'Ghini
I got that tiny weenie
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that sh**'s smelling funny
Yeah
Pull up with the bag, I don't mean to brag
But I got them racks, smellin' like a rag
Zeroes on the tags, light up, take a drag
Stinky like my cash, that sh** make you gag (yah)
All this money laundered (yeah)
But it still smell like d**h (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 a**?"
She two-faced for the blue face, boy you can't trust these hoes (nuh-uh)
You want these bands, baby?
Toucan Sam, b**h follow your nose
I got that, rolly
My diamonds, they holy
Your girlfriend, below me
She s**ing my baloney
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that sh**'s smelling funny
I got that, stinky
Ice on my, pinky
[?] on my 'Ghini
I got that tiny weenie
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
And now she's smelling funny
My money stinky as f**, call that sh** Pepe Le Pew
Got a hundred bands in my Louis bag, [?] smell like a got a skunk in the coop
Now I got the feds in my whip
Lookin' for a pack in the glovebox
Coverin' they nose when they open up the duffle
Thinking that the motherf**er got gym socks
My bands be seasoned with stripper sh**
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 a**, pull out cash, you like, "Who the f**?
That a damn deposit or some ten-year aged gouda, b**h?"
I got that, rolly
My diamonds, they holy
Your girlfriend, below me
She s**ing my baloney
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that sh**'s smellin' funny
I got that, stinky
Ice on my, pinky
[?] on my 'Ghini
I got that tiny weenie
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man that sh**'s smellin' funny