text: 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 Im clutchin
  If it aint bout the money
  Then it aint 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 Im cooler than 
  Lost my re-up in the card game
  Free my nigga out the chain gang
  Young nigga stay focused
  You gotta maintain
  Im rolling up purp
  Im 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 Im 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
  Im tryna eat, a nigga hungry
  I aint 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
  Im on the every week
   I aint stopping till Im flying private nigga
  Im 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