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Verse 1 Fresh Money, got us all a Wrist watch Since C gone, all I do is diss cops Fuck them niggas, they hate niggas Buck them niggas, they hate niggas Yeah, They freed my nigga Pain They need to Free C, & quit Freein' lames Yeah, I stated my point Shit, and Y'all hate my point Uh, Niggas beefin' send em to Mr. Krabs I'm blowin up tracks, like a blister stab Yeah, Here We Go, We Fresh Money We get money, we sweat money Shot out to Young Tank, You want Ney Uh, lyrics in my iPhone Erase em later, my mom in my phone Yeah..... Shot out to Drake Ya flow like leaves, its gettin raked All y'all do is hate I don't hate back While I'm gettin' dissed, I'm laid back Yeah, I'm to real for this shit Fresh Mula baby, I kill for this shit Uh... Its Fresh Money the rich gang You hate us, then fix ya brain This is just a Mixtape, sound like a album Just passed a few hoes, I guess I wowed em Uh, Fresh Money...
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