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letra de fold dat money up - gucci mane

[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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