Stinky Money Lyrics

Cody Ko Lyrics



Man, this menu's f**king weird
Yo, what the f**k 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 a**
Ah yes, and for you sir?
Yeah, I'll get the same sh*t
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 sucking my bologna
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that sh*t'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 sh*t'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*t make you gag
All this money laundered
But it still smell like death
I wake up talking cheddar , just call that morning breath
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
You want these bands, baby?
Toucan Sam, b*t*h follow your nose


I got that, rolly
My diamonds, they holy
Your girlfriend, below me
She sucking my balogna
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that sh*t'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 sh*t's smelling funny


My money stinky as f**k
Call that sh*t 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 motherf**ker got gym socks
My bands be seasoned with stripper sh*t
That's what I like to call chocolate chips
Your bank account lookin' tore up
I got old bread, make you wanna throw up
Reach into my a**, pull out cash, you like, "Who the f**k?
That a damn deposit or some ten-year​ aged Gouda, b*t*h?"


I got that, rolly
My diamonds, they holy
Your girlfriend, below me
She sucking my balogna
Stinky money, stinky money, stinky money
Man, that sh*t'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 sh*t's smelling funny





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