[Coates]
My boy I say you're unaware of
Things that I am unaware of
The things they say behind one’s back
That you suspect but aren't quite sure of
Don't say you haven’t noticed

The smell of money is all about me
I just can't rid myself of it's overpowering bouquet
My inner beauty cursed with obscurity
By a scent that can't be washed away

I don't know who you think I am
But if I'm who I think I am
Then there's no cranny I've examined
Taints the air where e’er I am
But don’t say you haven't noticed

The smell of money wafts all about me
It neutralizes any other odors I convey
Best friends won’t tell me
They know I'm suffering
With a scent that can't be washed away

The stench of money is reeking off me
Like cheap cologne, unleaded gasoline, or rotted grave
Thank dad and mommy I'm filthy, stinking rich
So I can say to you "Piss off!"
I bathe, I bathe