When we hit the Oneida casino up in Wisconsin. Ones and firewater in flasks set the night off right. No checks, straight cash homies.
If I had to guess, I'd say that Pretty Boy Mayweather is advising our friend, Off-Brand Fat Joe to invest half the stack in pork bellies and sin stocks while investing the other half on Savannah (well it's that, Crystal or Jenny) behind him. "Yo son, this is mad money like that guy from Seinfeld who talks about stocks and shit!"
*click the picture for the TMZ story
