THE FUCK YOU MONEY MANIFESTO: Nº2

Twentieth day of June, MMXXV – Zürich, Switzerland – 12:59pm

We’re 20 days in.

What started as a jolt of high-voltage, funny-as-fuck Fuck You Money energy—between three guys from radically different backgrounds, wildly different net worths, and scattered across the globe—has become something else entirely.

 A shared sensation.

A brotherhood.

A Legion.

 And it happened almost overnight.

It’s been chaotic. Messy. Stressful.

It’s also been some of the most exciting, most electrifying, most alive days and nights of our lives. And considering the lives we’ve lived? That’s saying something.

Crypto is fucking awesome.

And totally fucked.

If you’re in the trenches, you know.

Now we do, too.

We’ve seen how it works:

Some early buyers load up on cheap bags—2%, 3%—not because they believe, but because they smell an easy flip.

And the second we start breaking out, they dump.

They don’t value it.

They never did.

They’re not whales.

They’re fucking traitors.

Dead weight trying to drag us under just as we’re breaking through from $1M to $10M and beyond.

 

Yeah—we’ve had a few. Still do.

And if there were a death sentence for that kind of betrayal?

We’d sign it.

No hesitation.

Today.

But fuck that noise.

On to the real story.

As I write this, the ticker is holding at $1 million market cap. For now. We’ve hit this level what—eight, nine times in twenty days? It’s a fucking rollercoaster. But we’re still here. Still holding. Still fighting.

HODLing.

Shoulder to shoulder.

In the trenches with the Legion.

Who could’ve predicted that a meme coin would attract a community this strong, this graceful, this full of grit and honor?

Well—it did.

And if you don’t believe it, link into our Telegram and see for yourself.

Let’s talk truth.

We launched FYM with a small dev wallet—about 3%. I held a wallet about the same. Freddy and Alexander too, combined maybe another 6%. Altogether? Around 12%. And not one of us has sold a single fucking coin.

Not from the top.

Not at the bottom.

Not once.

We’ve bought more.

We’ve fought for more.

We’ve given away an AP.

Shaved a head at $1M market cap.

Jumped. Screamed. Danced.

We’ve watched paper hands sell early and take their profits, missing the whole goddamn moonshot.

But we didn’t fold.

We unified.

Combined our wallets.

Moved everything into the dev wallet to show our conviction.

One vault.

One mission.

One signal to the world:

We’re not going anywhere.

And soon, we’re locking it all up.

Why?

To prove it.

To you.

To ourselves.

To the Legion.

To this family we’re building from pure belief.

Because FYM is long-game energy.

This is billion-dollar market cap dope energy. 

And us three?

When we want something?

We fucking get it.

So if you feel it too—if you want in on something that’s a community—join us. Become part of the Legion. Or, if you’re one of our top holders, step into The Echelon and live the kind of life most people only dream about.

Take a tour around our website.

Pick up some merch.

Rock it with a smirk, because you know exactly what it means.

Got a boss?

Wear the stealth FYM monogram gear.

Don’t give a fuck?

Wear it loud.

“FUCK YOU MONEY” printed across your chest, your skull, your whole damn life. That’s what I’ll be doing.

Now for the newcomers—like I was just 20 days ago—here’s how FYM works:

The token sits at a tenth of a penny.

Market cap: $1 million.

Put in $1,000? You’re holding a million coins.

If FYM hits $0.01? That’s $10K.

If it hits $0.10? You’ve got $100K.

If it hits a dollar? You’re a fucking millionaire. Off a grand. $1000 to $1,000,000. Let that sink in.

 You’re either in early, or you’re on the sidelines watching someone else buy the Lambo, the Rolex, the down payment on the penthouse, the champagne—whatever the fuck they want.

 

Is FYM a gamble?

Obviously.

But believe this with every cell in your body:

We will fight harder than anyone you’ve ever seen to take this to $1.

To make that stack of yours hit seven figures.

And to build something of true value for our community.

This is more than a token.

It’s Fuck You Money.

Walk Away. Win. Rewrite Everything.

— Damon, Freddy, Alexander & The FYM Legion

 

THE FUCK YOU MONEY MANIFESTO

We Are Done. We Are Free. We Are FYM.

Fuck the system.

Fuck the 9-to-5 grind, the suits, the rules, and the chains they tried to lock us in.

Fuck the compromises, the expectations, and the bullshit games designed to keep us small.

We’re not here to beg for scraps.

We’re here to take the throne, flip the table, and walk away with the power to say:

“Fuck you. I’m out.”

This is Fuck You Money.

Born at the razor’s edge of genius, decadence, and financial dominance, FYM isn’t just a token—it’s a declaration of sovereignty.

A crypto-native middle finger to every boss, every bank, every boundary that dared to hold us back.

We played their game.

We won.

Now we rewrite the rules—our way.

We Stand For:

Ultimate Freedom

FYM is your ticket out.

The power to walk away from any job, any system, any leash.

Cash in, break out, and live on your terms—bold, decadent, and unapologetic.

Rebellion as a Flex

We don’t bend. We don’t bow.

We burn the old ways down.

2% of FYM torched—a blazing “fuck you” to excess and control.

Scarcity is our weapon. Dominance is our vibe.

Decadence Unleashed

This isn’t about surviving—it’s about thriving.

Tip rebels in FYM.

Crash exclusive FYM Flex Events.

Revel in the luxury of saying, “I do what I want.”

Genius meets indulgence. We are the spark.

The Movement

You’re not just holding FYM.

You’re fueling a revolution.

A billion tokens, born on Pump.fun, rising on the curve of our collective will.

We hit $69K market cap, storm Raydium, and reward the defiant with airdrops, burns, and power.

Our Pledge

We laugh in the face of the old guard.

We’re building a crypto empire of sovereignty and swagger.

Join Us

FYM isn’t for the timid, the tame, or the tethered.

It’s for the visionaries, the deviants, the winners who’ve had enough.

Grab your FYM on Pump.fun.

Shill the rebellion. Flex your freedom.

This is our time.

This is our money.

This is our “fuck you” to the world.

FUCK YOU MONEY

Walk Away. Win. Rewrite Everything.

Damon, Freddy, Alexander & The FYM Legion

First day of June, MMXXV