Tiny Meat Gang - Stinky Money lyrics

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