Tiny Meat Gang — Stinky Money
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Man, this menu’s fucking weird
Yo, what the fuck is «beans on toast»?
Wait, hold up, hold up-
Good evening, gentlemen
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[Chorus: Cody Ko, Cody Ko & Noel Miller]
I got that, rolly
My diamonds, they holy
Your girlfriend, below me
She sucking my bologna
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that shit’s smelling funny
I got that, stinky
Ice on my, pinky
Lexanis on my ‘GhiniI got that tiny weenie
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that shit’s smelling funny
[Verse 1: Cody Ko]
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 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?» (*fart*)
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[Chorus: Cody Ko, Cody Ko & Noel Miller]
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
[Verse 2: Noel Miller]
My money stinky as fuck (woo)
Call that shit Pepé Le Pew (ooh)
Got a hundred bands in my Louis bag, Jack smell like a got a skunk in the coop (uh)
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 (grrr)
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?»[Chorus: Cody Ko, Cody Ko & Noel Miller]
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
