FFA Johh - Money Fetish

Yeah
I fell in love with the money
Uhhh hhh
Uhh uhhh
I fell in love with the money
She fell in love with the vibe
Countin money a helluva high
Smoking gas got smoke in my eyes
Im on track and chasing my goals
I'm the realest I gave em the mold
Be the ones that you love that do you wrong
Prolly leave ya ass out in the cold
Count the money a wonderful feeling
From the bottom we reach for the ceiling
For the stars I know they appealing
Hella broads they come from the city
I ain't got time to talk bout the pity
Get the money I need every penny
Had a hardaway ain't talking bout penny
Heard he got shot in his back like he Ricky
Hang in the jungle where snakes always slither
He stuck with that persona know it don't fit him
If the stars don't align we still gone go get it
A'int talking traffics stops i'm trynna get the ticket
I'm going hard from the start til the finish
They think imma quit ain't no way i diminish
Want my money long til my money be plenty
Ain't playing with these niggas
Ain't playing with these bitches
I fell in love with the money
She fell in love with the vibe
Countin money a helluva high
Smoking gas got smoke in my eyes
I'm on track and chasing my goals
I'm the realest I gave em the mold
Be the ones that you love that do you wrong
Prolly leave ya ass out in the cold

Written by:
Jason Lewis

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