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gucci mane - fold dat money up كلمات الأغنية

[intro: gucci mane]
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 g_nius, contemplatin’, huh, huh (burr)

[chorus: gucci mane]
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 l!ck, 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

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i was a jit full of sh_t tryna sell a brick (huh)
just a knucklehead n_gga from the projects (huh)
n_ggas sleepin’ on me, they kept sendin’ death threats
like that gucci mane can’t come in with a sl!ck 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 d_ck off on that b_tch, 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 sh_t again
the evil g_nius, you can’t touch me, not even kick my shin
they say, “doc, what’s goin’ on in your dirty mind?”
that b_tch 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)
[chorus: gucci mane & project pat]
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 l!ck, 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)

[verse 2: project pat]
i grew up inner_city side of towner (ooh)
get me out the mud, tag, b_tch, what held me down, sir
me and my n_ggas in the trap pound_for_pounder
keep your head above water, f_ck that, i’m a founder (f_ck that)
these hoes down here legs open, p_ssy drowned ya (swish)
was always pullin’ guns on them n_ggas who wasn’t from ’round here
runnin’ off with funds, ak drum, that’s an out_of_bounder (d_mn)
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 d_ck stick (ooh)

- gucci mane

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