Stinky Money

[Intro: Cody Ko & Noel Miller] 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 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 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