Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fold, artist - Shad Da God. Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fold |
| Yeah |
| These some cold streets, my wrist gotta match that temperature |
| I got these hoes pullin' out they titties for my signature |
| This might not last how long you wanted to last, I kept it real with her |
| She geeked up off this car with paper tags, that shit so trill to her |
| Bitch tryna see what it do |
| I do these hoes like a school |
| I teach these hoes what it do when I hop in the coupe, I’m like fuck the lil |
| roof |
| I don’t believe not in one of these rappers, they see me they gotta show proof |
| Damn |
| I just poured Ace of Spade all in my cup, waste that shit on my Margiela shoes |
| Ooh |
| Feel on yo bitch booty like we go back |
| Nigga try her, leave ya (?) flat |
| I got some percocet pills in a sack |
| Take one of these, it gon make you relax |
| Once you buy sum', you can’t bring that shit back |
| (?) can’t fold in my trap |
| Get off on Old Nat |
| That’s where I’m at |
| Fold, fold |
| Fell in love with how that money fold, fold |
| 'Till I got a bankroll, they couldn’t close, close |
| Stepped out the house with them diamonds on me, and these bitches they legs gon |
| fold |
| Left out the house with that flavor on me, I bet all these hoes look at my |
| clothes |
| Dough, dough |
| These hoes get wet off suicide doors |
| You woulda thought they was scared when they seen how I whipped up in that Ghost |
| I went and bought me some choppers and pistols and none of these bitches for |
| show |
| They don’t know bout this Bankroll Mafia shit, them boys don’t know |
| Scrolled up a blunt of that gas and I make that bitch hit like exhaust pipe |
| Mafia livin' it got me not stoppin at none of your red lights |
| Your hoe tryna feed me banana pudding |
| I already got the banana with me |
| I’m all bout them Benjamins, 750 |
| Can’t dig what I’m sayin? |
| Your shovel missin' |
| Woah |
| I don’t want a bankroll that’s gon fold |
| Nigga wanna wet up, might as well gon kill they self like Rolls Royce doors |
| Shit |
| I’m on the doses of Act, bout to goddamn doze |
| I could be sleep, they still can’t slip shit under my nose |
| I’m on my toes |
| I wear a whole lot of European shoes, lil bitch, lil hoe |
| And I keep makin' her (?) like Lambo doors |
| She know I work harder than a bitch, cause I had her at one of my shows |
| I swear that my clothes smell the whole O up, with a bankroll love how it |
| Fold, fold |
| Fell in love with how that money fold, fold |
| 'Till I got a bankroll, they couldn’t close, close |
| Stepped out the house with them diamonds on me, and these bitches they legs gon |
| fold |
| Left out the house with that flavor on me, I bet all these hoes look at my |
| clothes |
| Dough, dough |
| These hoes get wet off suicide doors |
| You woulda thought they was scared when they seen how I whipped up in that Ghost |
| I went and bought me some choppers and pistols and none of these bitches for |
| show |
| They don’t know bout this Bankroll Mafia shit, them boys don’t know |