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 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?" 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