Fold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat)

歌詞

This a vibe, man Gucci Mane, they say you're crazy, I understand (It's Guwop) Only one way to go is up Heads up at all times Mr. East Atlanta, huh Yeah, huh They call me Fiji water Haha, burr Mike WiLL on the beat, Evil Genius, contemplatin', huh, huh (Burr) When the club close, when the hoes go Fold that money up, fold that money up When the dope go out the dope-hole Fold that money up, fold that money up Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up Fold that money up, fold that money up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up I was a jit full of shit tryna sell a brick (Huh) Just a knucklehead nigga from the projects (Huh) Niggas sleepin' on me, they kept sendin' death threats Like that Gucci Mane can't come in with a slick left (Shh) Man, I was jabbin' with the right, man, my whole life They said that, "Gucci Mane, you're crazy, uncircumcised" (Haha) I whip that dick off on that bitch, she said, "Surprise, ho" (Yeah) I said, "I'm thinkin' so crazy, I got a mastermind" (Wizzop) I got so much money, my money doin' backflips I made it flip again and then it made me happy I made an Elliot today, they call it trappin' I might just smile, I'm your dog, fashion (Haha) I put the Atlantic on my skin, did that shit again The Evil Genius, you can't touch me, not even kick my shin They say, "Doc, what's goin' on in your dirty mind?" That bitch so fine, when she doin' all the time You saw them bring her out, what's this going on? My money long, long, long, long, real long (Long) My money longer than the adlibs on every song (Burr) My money, it got it goin' on (Yeah) When the club close, when the hoes go Fold that money up, fold that money up When the dope go out the dope-hole Fold that money up, fold that money up Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up Fold that money up, fold that money up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up (Patta) I grew up inner-city side of towner (Ooh) Get me out the mud, tag, bitch, what held me down, sir Me and my niggas in the trap pound-for-pounder Keep your head above water, fuck that, I'm a founder (Fuck that) These hoes down here legs open, pussy drowned ya (Swish) Was always pullin' guns on them niggas who wasn't from 'round here Runnin' off with funds, AK drum, that's an out-of-bounder (Damn) Have your moms in a black dress puttin' you in the ground, sir Your baby mama head was so good, had to crown her Weed you was smokin', it make no noise, mines louder So much drip, drip, drip, drip, money flip, flip, flip All the designer on me pimpin', your girl mouth dick stick (Ooh) When the club close, when the hoes go Fold that money up, fold that money up When the dope go out the dope-hole Fold that money up, fold that money up Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up Fold that money up, fold that money up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up