Money Don't Fold Up (feat. Kape, Weather FNG & Lil' Coop)

Aye, do me a favor... When I'm in the V.I.P. and you see the girls roll-up Just tell them my stacks don't fold-up What, my money don't fold up? Huh I be be gwoppin big stacks Cause my money don't fold-up Expensive brands, I'm the man cause my Cause my money don't fold-up I blow a couple stacks, why? Cause my Cause my money don't fold-up Ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up My money don't fold-up, my my my, money don't fold-up Money, ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up My money, My money, my money, my money don't fold-up Money, Money, Money, that's all I think about When I pull-up my fleece, I'm telling ya stacks fallout Man Coogie, Gucci, I just rock-it If they ask you how I feel, say I'm high like a rocket Playboy chevy, candy pain and it's topless Mr. clean grill, they swear that I mopped it Fresh red monkey jeans, tag still on Gone take them D's off and put them MJ's on Neck full of jewlery, see me from a mile away King Kong in the trunk, hear me from a mile away Shawty they call me Mr. Cape, I'm ballin, watch me fade away Hit the switch on the candy coded chevy it levitates On them 28's, pain drippin, grain gripping Top down, freaks ridding, so the screens flippin Big tipping, when I'm in the club getting throwed Snow cone on my arm, you can call it ice cold I be be gwoppin big stacks Cause my money don't fold-up Expensive brands, I'm the man cause my Cause my money don't fold-up I blow a couple stacks, why? Cause my Cause my money don't fold-up Ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up My money don't fold-up, my my my, money don't fold-up Money, ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up My money, My money, my money, my money don't fold-up Hustling, hustling, call me Rick Ross Sixty-four chevy chevelle, with the wet paint gloss Call a player jack frost, cause my swag so cold Chain hanging off my neck, thirty bellow zero Pull-up to the club, cardi-yays, Grill gleaming, fresh jays My dudes out hustling, we getting that dirty pay Delay what you heard, we the best of the pack You'd think I had on roller skates, how i rolled on this track I blow a couple stacks, Why? Cause my money don't fold-up They say I'm kinda crazy, cause I'm leaning out the truck Money on my mind, yeah, that's all I think about I hit the crib just to throw a couple stack on the couch Now, now, who know how, to get out, and get the cheddar You wanna know how, well, then, ill teach you latter Fa-real, you know my ride crispy clear You know I got them tv's and the twenty-four inch rims A-yea-yeah I be be gwoppin big stacks Cause my money don't fold-up Expensive brands, I'm the man cause my Cause my money don't fold-up I blow a couple stacks, why? Cause my Cause my money don't fold-up Ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up My money don't fold-up, my my my, money don't fold-up Money, ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up My money, My money, my money, my money don't fold-up