Money Fetish Lil Tony (Ft. DaBaby)

[Chorus: Lil Tony]
I got a money fetesh
Yeah I got a money fetesh
Yeah I got a money fetesh
Yeah I got a money fetesh
When I pull up, have the money ready
My pockets stuffed with cheese and lettace
These niggas sick, yeah they jealous
Glock 40 turn his brains to speghetti
I got a money fetesh
Yeah I got a money fetesh
Yeah I got a money fetesh
Yeah I got a money fetesh
When I pull up, have the money ready
My pockets stuffed with cheese and lettace
These niggas sick, yeah they jealous
Glock 40 turn his brains to speghetti

[Verse 1: Lil Tony]
On the block we be thuggin
See an opp, and I'm clutchin
If it ain't bout the money
Then it ain't bout nothing
I had to get me a sack
I had to get me a bag
Sleeping on my mama couch
Yeah I was down bad
Now my pockets full of smurfs
Try me, get put in this Earth
Try me, get put in a herse
My niggas got this shit out the dirt
They gave my nigga 5 summers
So I gotta ball 5 summers
Rest in peace my brother Ray Gunna
Quick to put a nigga under
[?] Tuesday
Hit the same bitches [?]
[?] my niggas going [?]
You know I'm cooler than [?]
Lost my re-up in the card game
Free my nigga out the chain gang
Young nigga stay focused
You gotta maintain
I'm rolling up purp
I'm poppin the perks
My nigga, my nigga from the dirt
My hita, my hitta get you murked
She like the way that I ball
Now I'm all in her jaw
Took her to the crib, made her take it off, call it [?] cause she set it off
Set it off