笨小笨Fold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat) (Explicit)歌词由Gucci Mane&Project Pat演唱，出自专辑《Ice Daddy (Explicit)》，下面是《Fold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Fold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat) (Explicit)歌词完整版
Fold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Project Pat
This a vibe man
Gucci mane they say you're crazy I understand it's guwop
Only one way to go is up
Way to go is up
Heads up at all times
Heads up at all times
Mr east atlanta
Mr east atlanta huh huh
Yeah yeah huh 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 d**e 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 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 dick 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
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 d**e 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 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 hoes 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 dick stick ooh
When the club close when the hoes go
Fold that money up fold that money up
When the d**e 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
Fold it up fold it up fold it up
