Brother Fred

Eyes blood shot red
I'm still hearing voices in my head
Telling me to give it up
But I am ignoring them instead
I'm pacing back-and-forth by the bed
Calling my brother Fred
Asking them how we going to get ahead
He taught me ways to get the bread
How to flip it
He taught me how to get it
How to turn one to a triplet
Man that's really business
When your money making interest
All my niggas getting it
All my Niggas getting it

It feels really good when your pockets full of Benjamins
It feels really good when you're protected by instruments
Yeah we got them drums that will divide you like dividends
Six dots in your head like Crillon
It won't be appealing
Man I cannot wait to my first million
I'm a stack that money to the ceiling
They say when you're rich there's no better feeling
I told my mama I can't wait to feel it

Eyes blood shot red
I'm still hearing voices in my head
Telling me to give it up
But I am ignoring them instead
I'm pacing back-and-forth by the bed
Calling my brother Fred
Asking them how we going to get ahead
He taught me ways to get the bread
How to flip it
He taught me how to get it
How to turn one to a triplet
Man that's really business
When your money making interest
All my niggas getting it
All my Niggas getting it

Eyes blood shot red
I'm still hearing voices in my head
Telling me to give it up
But I am ignoring them instead
I'm pacing back-and-forth by the bed
Calling my brother Fred
Asking them how we going to get ahead
He taught me ways to get the bread
How to flip it
He taught me how to get it
How to turn one to a triplet
Man that's really business
When your money making interest
All my niggas getting it
All my Niggas getting it



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Hurd
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