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TEC

"Dead Fresh (Remix)"

[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm dead fresh, f*ck the cemetery
Leave a n*gga an obituary
sh*t is graphic, not fictionary
Me and money went and got married
Rock Versace like I'm gettin' sponsored
Muscled up, I ain't have a sponsor
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
You know what that stick could do to you?
You know what the brick can do for you?
You know what them pounds can do for you? Ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
I don't get mad, I get motivated
Real n*gga way before the paper
In they face, you can see the hatred
'Cause a real n*gga finally made it
Couple million in diamonds on me
Fast, wasn't just from rhymin' only
At the top, yeah, it's kinda lonely
But I come from Top Ramen, homie
Take it out the wrapper and bust it down
Tell the jeweler go'n bust it down
What it cost me? Like fifty thou'
Hit the lot with two-fifty now
All my n*ggas, yeah, they eatin' with me
But they used to be starvin' with me
Nowadays you can't bargain with me
In a foreign car with the carbon with me
Look, happiness is priceless
Off the head, you can't type this
In a two door, b*tch, you might fit
Two Asian hoes and a white b*tch
Made a million off rap last year
Told a b*tch you can't crash here
Told a b*tch need a pap smear
pus*y smell like last year, it's Philthy

[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm dead fresh, f*ck the cemetery
Leave a n*gga an obituary
sh*t is graphic, not fictionary
Me and money went and got married
Rock Versace like I'm gettin' sponsored
Muscled up, I ain't have a sponsor
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
You know what that stick could do to you?
You know what the brick can do for you?
You know what them pounds can do for you? Ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it

[Verse 2: TEC]
Ayy, you know what the b*tch can do for you?
You what that stick could do to you?
Leave a big ass hole like a hula hoop
It ain't sh*t they can do with Lu
That lil' n*gga gon' be legendary
Sink my pockets like a cemetery
Gotta do this for Marley Gang military, yeah
Got that bloody money all out the game
It's the Gee Money like Fredo Bang
n*gga f*ck with that, then the K gon' bang
Through the storm, all through the night
Used to dress up in black and was sellin' white
Now all off of rap, live a better life
Them n*ggas rap sh*t, they was never light, nah
'Member we was dead broke on some filthy sh*t (We was broke a b*tch)
Now I got them bags of money, man, and b*tch, I'm filthy rich (What up?)
This a five hundred dollar cup but I spilled the sh*t (Lean)
A f*ckin' empire, Spider Nation, and I built this sh*t

[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm dead fresh, f*ck the cemetery
Leave a n*gga an obituary
sh*t is graphic, not fictionary
Me and money went and got married
Rock Versace like I'm gettin' sponsored
Muscled up, I ain't have a sponsor
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
You know what that stick could do to you?
You know what the brick can do for you?
You know what them pounds can do for you? Ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Rockin' jewelry like I own a mine
Bought a Rollie, I'ma wear a time
Lil' shawty bad, goddamn, she fine
I sell the strongest gas you can find
I'm the freshest n*gga you ever seen
I'm a boss, gotta feed the team
Made a million dollars from the green
Shawty said she gonna f*ck me good
We was sellin' P's in the hood
Try and limit, boy I wish you would
f*ck around and have you gone for good
f*ck around and grow a whole hundred O's
f*ck these n*ggas, I ain't sparing none of them
I'm with Philthy in the Bay, n*gga
Hundred rounds, who want to play, n*gga?
Middle man, you in the way, n*gga
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
Ten racks, n*gga, in each pocket
Designer fillin' up a n*gga's closet
Had to leave a n*gga unconscious
My n*ggas killer, they ain't got a conscious
We ride around, n*gga, with them rockets
I know a plug in every single state

[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm dead fresh, f*ck the cemetery
Leave a n*gga an obituary
sh*t is graphic, not fictionary
Me and money went and got married
Rock Versace like I'm gettin' sponsored
Muscled up, I ain't have a sponsor
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
You know what that stick could do to you?
You know what the brick can do for you?
You know what them pounds can do for you? Ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it
She the baddest, lil' shawty got it, ooh
She gon' shake that ass then drop it

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