Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follies, artist - Travis Porter. Date of issue: 01.01.2014
Song language: English
Follies |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |