[Intro: Freshie]
It's like seven in the morning
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh

[Chorus: Freshie]
Yeah, huh
Money come fast to me (Yeah)
Go get a bag you see (Yeah)
N***as be mad at me (Yeah)
You fuck with the gang, that’s a tragedy
Yeah, that's how it had to be (Yeah)
Get turned to a casualty, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Money come fast to me (Yeah)
Go get a bag you see (Yeah)
N***as be mad at me (Yeah)
You fuck with the gang that's a tragedy
Yeah, that’s how it had to be (Yeah)
Get turned to a casualty, yeah

[Verse 1: Freshie]
Remember they laughed at me
When I count no distracting me
Money automatically
That money like math to me
What is you asking me?
The car ain't even have a key
Them n***as ain't half as me
Now bitches they grabbing me
That money come casually
Them numbers, they add to me
We living it lavishly
The ceiling gone magically
Money mentality
Chopper go up, no gravity
Lil shawty gon' shake her lil' ass for me
That paper be stretching elastically
I got the gang with me in the function
I'm in the trap house like a dungeon
Bet you I ball hard like I'm Duncan
I keep a tool with me like construction
Yeah, I keep a tool, it's on me, it ain’t come with instructions
That n***a ain’t talking no money then it is not a discussion
That bitch, she gon' fuck on the team, I don’t need introductions
My n***as might walk in your trap and we need a deduction
[Chorus: Freshie]
Yeah, huh
Money come fast to me (Yeah)
Go get a bag you see (Yeah)
N***as be mad at me (Yeah)
You fuck with the gang, that's a tragedy
Yeah, that's how it had to be (Yeah)
Get turned to a casualty, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Money come fast to me (Yeah)
Go get a bag you see (Yeah)
N***as be mad at me (Yeah)
You fuck with the gang that's a tragedy
Yeah, that’s how it had to be (Yeah)
Get turned to a casualty, yeah

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
N***a mad at me, turn him to a casualty
Try the gang, we cause tragedies happily
That two hundred on the dash, bet you can't go fast as me
I let them move me, I'm a slime for real, that shit don't rattle me
Riding-riding in a foreign with a bad-ass ho with me
Living single, I don't go with her, she go with me
You's a bitch, I bet you couldn't hang around the old me
Would've took your fucking money tryna flex and show me
You thought we was cool, shouldn't have upped that lil' shit
We gon' take his ass down if he get up a lil' bit
Bitch, I got this F&N, why you up a lil' stick?
Might just shoot a bottle girl when I shoot up the club, bitch
My bad, haha
[Chorus: Freshie]
Yeah, huh
Money come fast to me (Yeah)
Go get a bag you see (Yeah)
N***as be mad at me (Yeah)
You fuck with the gang, that's a tragedy
Yeah, that's how it had to be (Yeah)
Get turned to a casualty, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Money come fast to me (Yeah)
Go get a bag you see (Yeah)
N***as be mad at me (Yeah)
You fuck with the gang that's a tragedy
Yeah, that's how it had to be (Yeah)
Get turned to a casualty, yeah