Watch Floyd Mayweather Train While Holding A Gigantic Brick Of Cash If You’re Trying To Feel Like A Peasant

Make no mistake, everything Floyd Mayweather does is solely intended to make you and I feel like poor, worthless peasants. There’s no two ways about it.

Just this week, he spent $4,800,000 on a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita “supercar,” without even asking to see the Car Fax first. That’s slightly more cash than I paid for my fuel efficient Toyota Corolla (with power windows, BITCH).

When you’re worth an estimated $400 million and there’s currently no opponent threatening your world championship belt, it allows you to carry around egregious amounts of cash to the gym and throw left hooks at a punching bag while your ‘yes man’ fake laugh at the spectacle.

Meanwhile, a live look inside my life…

Fuck you, Floyd. Fuck you and your fuck you money.

[h/t Bleacher Report]

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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.