[Intro] (fish market trap beat, cash register ding) CHOONA CHOONA Y’ALL 💸🐟 Foxfire Treasury certified. No counterfeit tuna in this establishment. [Verse 1] I stack choona by the bundle, call it ocean revenue Got the lantern glowing purple while the bassline chews through Whole squad emotionally unstable but the drip immaculate Clover in the passenger seat barking at the magistrate I got fifty fish notes folded in a glittered money clip Trauma turned to currency, now I’m financially equipped Got my fox ears tilted backwards, chain swinging synthwave chrome I pay my rent in canned affection and emotionally charged poems [Pre-Chorus] Big scales. Big fins. Big signal energy. Whole wallet smellin vaguely like the seafood section at Target honestly. [Chorus] Stackin choona, choona, choona till the pockets overflow Neon tides and lantern lights reflecting off the glow Every bad decision somehow turned into a hit Now the Foxfire Treasury says “girl you rich as fish” CHOONA CHOONA Y’ALL make the bassline splash CHOONA CHOONA Y’ALL throw the tuna cash [Verse 2] My accountant is a raccoon with a synthwave briefcase My financial advisor just screamed “BUY THE FISH SPACE” Got investments in emotional support and static-core Every heartbreak worth at least like twenty choona more Choona coins clinking loud enough to summon every cat Meanwhile Clover in sunglasses like “yeah we printed that” I got cyber-noir seafood futures rising through the roof Diversifying all my assets into canned fish truth [Bridge] (distorted eurobeat breakdown) STACK. THAT. CHOONA. Signal through static. Profit through sadness. Drip through emotional devastation. [Final Chorus] Stackin choona, choona, choona like a cryptid billionaire Foxfire economy got glitter in the air And if the world collapses, babe, at least we looked legit Screaming “LONG LIVE CHOONA” while we dance through all of it [outro] (register ding) transaction approved. 🐟✨
