Testi:
Fred Money

Vielen Dank, lieber Gott, ja, es geht mir so ganz gut. Ich hab ein Dach uber meinem Kopf und ich fuhl mich auch gesund. Mich qualen keine Sorgen und

I've got a day and a reason Why I should not believe in..anything, anymore What's this for? My time well spent I've got all these memories that I cannot

That's what I want. Money don't get everything it's true. What it don't get I can't use. So gimme money (that's what I want) A little money (that

m a throw this money Gone shake that ass bitch I'm a throw this money I'm a throw this money, I'm a throw this money [Blood Raw:] U already know, 124

would do whatever it takes To have a car and a woman in a couple of states Cause I'm a professional, and you couldn't knock it Because I had to keep some money

it like it's still in your whip If you're large as you say, why you still sweating Shay? Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bap You just made cuz you make your money

like a quire The syle rotates like tires on the count of three Blue suade, Wu-Tang Wallabees I'm so fresh to death, you best grab your tech It's like Fred

the Mercedes we ball out In the 90's it was bout G-Money and Beelow But now its bout 69 and Beelow And we tight like Betty and Fred enough said A million

the older niggas they told us U gotta get down fo yo hustle Got glocks to show you this muscle Get the money little nigga don't struggle That's no bitch