ฟังเพลงFold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat) (Explicit)

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 h*es go

Fold that money up fold that money up

When the d**e go out the d**e-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 s**t tryna sell a brick

Huh

Just a knucklehead n***a from the projects

Huh

N***as 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 d**k off on that b***h 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 s**t 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 b***h 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 h*es go

Fold that money up fold that money up

When the d**e go out the d**e-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 b***h what held me down sir

Me and my n***as in the trap pound-for-pounder

Keep your head above water f**k that I'm a founder

F**k that

These h*es down here legs open p***y drowned ya

Swish

Was always pullin' guns on them n***as who wasn't from 'round here

Runnin' off with funds AK drum that's an out-of-bounder

D**n

Have your moms in a black dress puttin' you in the ground sir

Your baby mama head was so good had to crown her

W**d 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 d**k stick

Ooh

When the club close when the h*es go

Fold that money up fold that money up

When the d**e go out the d**e-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