lil tony – money fetish lyrics
[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 n+ggas 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 n+ggas 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 n+ggas got this sh+t out the dirt
they gave my n+gga 5 summers
so i gotta ball 5 summers
rest in peace my brother ray gunna
quick to put a n+gga under
[?] tuesday
hit the same b+tches [?]
[?] my n+ggas going [?]
you know i’m cooler than [?]
lost my re+up in the card game
free my n+gga out the chain gang
young n+gga stay focused
you gotta maintain
i’m rolling up purp
i’m poppin the perks
my n+gga, my n+gga 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
[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 n+ggas 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 n+ggas sick, yeah they jealous
glock 40 turn his brains to speghetti
[verse 2: dababy]
i got a fetesh for money
rubber band, bag it up
these n+ggas scared of the money
doing numbers, add it up
i’m tryna eat, a n+gga hungry
i ain’t go to chearch for sunday
cause i was tryna get some money
i need [?] to my knees
asking lord forgive me please
i rob a n+gga, shot a n+gga, everybody round me riding n+gga
your defenition of a realest artist [?] from the bottom n+gga
i’m on the [?] every week
[?] i ain’t stopping till i’m flying private n+gga
i’m with your b+tch, we [?]
[?] chicken with the blue cheese
we was tryna get our bands up
you was looking for a new freak
[?]
f+cking with a b+tch who come from new orlands
[?]
[?]
[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 n+ggas 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 n+ggas sick, yeah they jealous
glock 40 turn his brains to speghetti
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