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Fred Money

money, got money in ma pocket got got got money in ma pocket got money, got money in ma pocket got got got money in ma pocket got money, got money in

outlook for dad "Don't worry, I'll be back in a week" is the last thing he said We all knew he gambled in the city and lost Money we didn't have must'

. Gotta' get some money Gotta' get some money I need a lil' bit a money Oh, yeah, I need a lil' bit a money Fred, I need a one million Two million,

seasons in leathers We live for coolie high treasures and Check the queen bee Lady Ree diggin' grace Check the place 3 o'clock shat no we ain't Fred

you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho respect it And ya red hot butt and now ya say ya hearin' not It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock

my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'? I gotta make moves bitch, stack some G's From the whole stroll to my fax machine I got money comin' in from

it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs

with ease Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud Yo, yo you ever invested your money

and Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never, never have I ever gave a fuck That Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred