Travis Porter, Cap-1 - Follies lyrics

Aye Self ill Will
We bout to do what we do best, right?
Take it to the motherfuckin booty club
Mr porter turn up!

Party up in Follies on the
Molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the
Pile like dirty laundry all this ice on
You would think it was fugazi
Throwin up the money got
The bitches going crazy
Party up in Follies on the
Molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the
Pile like dirty laundry all this ice on
You would think it was fugazi
Throwin up the money got
The bitches going crazy

I like bitches in my near but I
Want a bitch feel the cree
I been blowin this money just like
It was going on a tree
I done been to the bank
Every day of this week
And I’ve stuntin so hard they
Start invest game me
I was smashin but she told me take it deeper
All this ice
Fuck around and caught the fever
Molly bad ass bitch, she a diva
Had to kick her to the curb
‘cus I don’t need her
All the hunnids got a nigga goin crazy
I was spending it crazy
Go for that, spending one night, one night
On the molly

Follies on the molly but the
Party went to team
I let er sip the bottom now
She tryna sip my lean
Throwin up the money got
The bitches going nuts get me try the phone
Tell the ho to stay in touch
Layin with cake, flippin throwin cracks
Honey I own you and think it was the guys
Had em up against me and
Look at how I glisten nigga this a movie
Tell yo ho to pay attention
Soon it’s fallin off on my new Balenciagas
Swimming in the cash but I
Brought my Louie bucks
I threw up cardinal plus a
Pair of red bottles
Turn up with my wall like
It ain’t no tomorrow (go crazy)

Party up in Follies on the
Molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the
Pile like dirty laundry all this ice on
You would think it was fugazi
Throwin up the money got
The bitches going crazy
Party up in Follies on the
Molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the
Pile like dirty laundry all this ice on
You would think it was fugazi
Throwin up the money got
The bitches going crazy

Probably up in Follies
Off that molly going crazy
All these bitches wanna fuck a fly nigga
So I hope that ain’t yo lady
All this ice on
You would think it was fugazi
Pulled up in a hot tub
Stuntin in a brand new blue Mercedes
I drop molly in the bottle with a champagne
All these hoes fuckin with the campaign
Got hoes round the world, every city I’m at
I could pull a nigga bitch like a hamstring
My nigga getting money they choosin
Girls start shakin they booty
Niggas start throwin that money
Now everybody up in here losin
Got black girl, white girl, chinese girl
Spanish girl everybody up in my section
And the bottle just came
I’m about the Rick James
All a nigga really need is a blessing
Cutting up that one stone
Pants saggy, my belt’s on
Let the stu, it’s 1 in the morning
It’s Sunday night
I know where I’m goin to mack

I got them VVS’s in, baby you mad losin
Probably up in parties with
Jeezy and Cam Newton
Shorty up the pole but you know
She on the way down man this bitch a club
We bout to turn into a playground
Money in my section, flyin every direction
We throwin hella ones while you
Niggas sit and textin i call my nigga Kurt
Cobain, he’s from Houston, texas
Might call my nigga Dough
This how we do it in professions
I get real cash, yall get pennies
Yall get no dough, I get plenty
I spend 10 bands, all in 35 minutes
They ask me why I did it
Hell nah with a Atlantics bitch

Party up in Follies on the
Molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the
Pile like dirty laundry all this ice on
You would think it was fugazi
Throwin up the money got
The bitches going crazy
Party up in Follies on the
Molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the
Pile like dirty laundry all this ice on
You would think it was fugazi
Throwin up the money got
The bitches going crazy