Money Fold

Yeah, party at the mansion

I got me like, fifteen hoes (You know it ****)

All of 'em ready (They down to fuck)

Pull back up (Skrrt)

Suburban Chevy

**** talk (That come with the game)

Bitches talk (Fuck them hoes)

Money walk, let that money walk

They hatin' on me

Now they on my nuts

Take care of my family (Fam, fam)

'Cause now I'm up

Money come (Money come)

Money go

When the money gets so big it's hard to keep that money fold

When I was young and we were broke I saw a lot of things

Couldn't stay out of jail I caught a lot of case

Hundred twenty five with a black card in my wallet, babe

Who the hell the said that money make you a boss, lil' baby

You see that caution tape

So can't come 'round here if you do not know nobody

Money to the ceiling, been saving since I had nothing

I don't have no feelings, I've been hurt so I can't trust you

Geeked up, blowing on purple

Feeling' like Urkel

On these beats I murder, no squares in my circle

Lil' kids, they look up to me, gotta be a better person

Got pulled over, know I'm dirty

Pray them folks don't search me

Because the house I got like fifteen hoes (You know it ****)

All of 'em ready (They down to fuck)

Pull back up (Skrrt)

Suburban Chevy

**** talk (They called the gang)

Bitches talk (Fuck them hoes)

Money walk, let their money walk

They hatin' on me

Now they on my nuts

Take care of my family (Fam, fam)

'Cause now I'm on

Money come (Money come)

Money go

When the money gets so big it's hard to keep that money fold

I remember they say I wouldn't have shit

Now I got like three or four establishments

When I was little, I had little bit, all the kids were laughing at me

By the time I was in high school told them pussy **** class in session

I passed the lesson

Now ask the question

Got that bass in my trunk, still ridin' 'round with my day ones

If you try this 'Rich Homie Shit” boy, I swear these **** they goin'

Shoot up everything, his sight might hit your daughter and son

I got robbers already and none of my shooters gon' runnin'

Put in my lil boy Devin, name, so he can have a trust fund

When he gets older, when he grow up, he can be a better man than me

The plan for me

Is to sit back with my feet up like, bih, it's hard to choose

'Cause I got like fifteen hoes

All of 'em ready (They down to fuck)

Pull back up (Skrrt)

Suburban Chevy

**** talk (They called the gang)

Bitches talk (Fuck them hoes)

Money walk, let their money walk

They hatin' on me

Now they on my nuts

Take care of my family (Fam, fam)

'Cause now I'm on

Money come (Money come)

Money go

When the money gets so big it's hard to keep that money fold