Lil Tony, DaBaby - Money Fetish lyrics

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

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

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

I got a fetesh for money
Rubber band, bag it up
These niggas scared of the money
Doing numbers, add it up
I'm tryna eat, a nigga 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 nigga, shot a nigga
Everybody round me riding nigga
Your defenition of a realest artist
From the bottom nigga i'm on the every week
I ain't stopping till I'm
Flying private nigga i'm with your bitch, we
Chicken with the blue cheese
We was tryna get our bands up
You was looking for a new freak

Fucking with a bitch who
Come from New Orlands

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