Gucci Mane, Project Pat - Fold Dat Money Up lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane, Project Pat - Fold Dat Money Up lyrics]
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 (O oh)
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 (O oh)
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
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 (O oh)
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 (O oh)
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