Snacks - 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