Lyrics Fold - Shad Da God

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