The Smell of Money Lyrics

Coins fallin' out my ears like my grandpa's still here

I got money, dirty grubby money, there's plenty

Of cash stacks for brass tacks, pure maple on my flapjacks

My eggs are runny, golden yolks to soak toast, tippin' servers and hosts most

It just keeps coming

With every idea I make my cash flow grow

Got piles as tall as Ripley's Robert Wadlow

Believe it or not, coins fall out my ears

Like back in the day when my grandpa was here

I'm swimming in green, bathing in cream

A hundred hundred dollars in hand every time I'm on the scene

My fingers inky and dark, a stink beginning to start

I'm constantly washing, cast me in Lady Macbeth's part

My hands smell funky

They stink of money

My hands smell funky

They stink of money

I got cash-filled trashcans stacked in all my rooms

The "Scented with Febreze" kind can't cover up the fumes

Am I doomed to live in this olfactory abomination?

An exhumed tomb smells sweeter than my current situation

The Gates of Hell may smell like Satan's halitosis

But the breath that these bags are breathing is more like a nasty toe cyst

So now I'm packing it up, filling a truck

A dozen dozen bags of this nasty smelling stuff

I'm on the way to the bank to get rid of the stank

What started in my closet's now a deposit in a safe

In a world where cash is king, you may find it somewhat funny

To liberate my bling just cuz I hate the smell of money

No longer does the scent of legal tender seem to linger

That nasal glue's become unstuck, I'm full of renewed vigor

A night out is what I need, some dinner with my gal

The check comes and I'm cash-free, now I just use PayPal