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Stinky Money

 

Stinky Money

(álbum: Bangers & Ass - 2017)


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 balogna
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
Man, 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
Man, 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 looking 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
Man, that shit's smelling funny

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