My Money Don't Fold

What?

Flight school in the building homie

Nino

It's all it's about man, getting that money man

Putting it in a bank account, writing checks nigga

If you broke man it's gon' be hard for

You to understand this but peep this

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors

And I keep it to the sky on them hoes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

My money don't fold, I'm a winner

If money is the root to all evil I'm a sinner

Listen up soldier before I bend your antenna

Red dot on the center of your head for my dinner

I don't talk about swag, 'cause I show it

Fifty thousand dollar cash in the club I blow it

Yeah that boy hot, Lambos in the lot

What you know about deep sea fishing on a yacht?

Little kids think it's your time at the cinema

Toilet paper is needed 'cause I'm shitting like an enema

You garbage, I'm solid

I'm on these hoes like fingernail polish

Fresh out of flight school, I got it on pilot

You in the corner acting stupid looking childish

You got your shades on low but you can notice me

You acting like you don't see me but bitch I know you see me

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors

And I keep it to the sky on them hoes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Hey lil daddy I'm the man, I pop Louie tags

I probably got your whole life inside this Louie bag

You know the vets run, I already wrecked one

Had the upscale Lamborghini was the next one

Hold your tongue son, I be on that B.S

And I put that on everything I L-U-V-S

I was in the red, now a nigga paid

My bitch sipping Moet getting champagne head

Yeah, I'm everywhere that the air blows

Save the money there, I'm already at the airport

I am a star boy, you live the fan life

You could've balled too but you ain't have your plan right

I got my Louies on, Ku Klux Klan white

Sunday might go out there and show 'em I'm the man like

You got your shades on low but you can notice me

You acting like you don't see me but bitch I know you see me

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors

And I keep it to the sky on them hoes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

I said I just got paid, the money playing ping pong

I'm balling at the red light, I'm feeling just like King Kong

This here the theme song, hustler get your scheme on

I'm dead wrong talking money on the phone

Dollar music, baby buy you some

But I'ma get paid no matter how you come

You can act crazy, I'ma go and get guns

I bet you wanna be the quick to show where I'm from

I hit the highway boy, with CDs and tapes

Might come back with X pills and cell phones and grapes

State to state, boy we trying to be straight

Fuck that, we trying to bake a wedding cake

Just got the new Jag, goddamn that's country

Boy we just got the bank and goddamn that's bumpy

'Cause my money don't fold, spend my money on hoes

We'll buy the whole floor, go on and get some more

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors

And I keep it to the sky on them hoes

Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Bitch nigga my money don't fold