Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fold Dat Money Up, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fold Dat Money Up |
| 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 (Ooh) |
| 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 (Ooh) |
| 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 |