[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***as 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***as 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***as got this shit out the dirt
They gave my n***a 5 summers
So I gotta ball 5 summers
Rest in peace my brother Ray Gunna
Quick to put a n***a under
[?] Tuesday
Hit the same bitches [?]
[?] my n***as going [?]
You know I'm cooler than [?]
Lost my re-up in the card game
Free my n***a out the chain gang
Young n***a stay focused
You gotta maintain
I'm rolling up purp
I'm poppin the perks
My n***a, my n***a 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***as 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***as 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***as scared of the money
Doing numbers, add it up
I'm tryna eat, a n***a 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***a, shot a n***a, everybody round me riding n***a
Your defenition of a realest artist [?] from the bottom n***a
I'm on the [?] every week
[?] I ain't stopping till I'm flying private n***a
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
[?]
[?]
[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***as 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***as sick, yeah they jealous
Glock 40 turn his brains to speghetti