My Money Don't Fold (Cocky and Confident 2009)

Текст песни Juvenile feat Kango Slim, T-Money - My Money Don't Fold (Cocky and Confident 2009)

What?
Flight school in the building homie
Nino
It's all it's about man, getting that money man
Putting it in a bank account, writing checks nigga
If you broke man it's gon' be hard for
You to understand this but peep this

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors
And I keep it to the sky on them hoes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold

My money don't fold, I'm a winner
If money is the root to all evil I'm a sinner
Listen up soldier before I bend your antenna
Red dot on the center of your head for my dinner
I don't talk about swag, 'cause I show it
Fifty thousand dollar cash in the club I blow it
Yeah that boy hot, Lambos in the lot
What you know about deep sea fishing on a yacht?
Little kids think it's your time at the cinema
Toilet paper is needed 'cause I'm shitting like an enema
You garbage, I'm solid
I'm on these hoes like fingernail polish
Fresh out of flight school, I got it on pilot
You in the corner acting stupid looking childish
You got your shades on low but you can notice me
You acting like you don't see me but bitch I know you see me

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors
And I keep it to the sky on them hoes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold

Hey lil daddy I'm the man, I pop Louie tags
I probably got your whole life inside this Louie bag
You know the vets run, I already wrecked one
Had the upscale Lamborghini was the next one
Hold your tongue son, I be on that B.S
And I put that on everything I L-U-V-S
I was in the red, now a nigga paid
My bitch sipping Moet getting champagne head
Yeah, I'm everywhere that the air blows
Save the money there, I'm already at the airport
I am a star boy, you live the fan life
You could've balled too but you ain't have your plan right
I got my Louies on, Ku Klux Klan white
Sunday might go out there and show 'em I'm the man like
You got your shades on low but you can notice me
You acting like you don't see me but bitch I know you see me

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors
And I keep it to the sky on them hoes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold

I said I just got paid, the money playing ping pong
I'm balling at the red light, I'm feeling just like King Kong
This here the theme song, hustler get your scheme on
I'm dead wrong talking money on the phone
Dollar music, baby buy you some
But I'ma get paid no matter how you come
You can act crazy, I'ma go and get guns
I bet you wanna be the quick to show where I'm from
I hit the highway boy, with CDs and tapes
Might come back with X pills and cell phones and grapes
State to state, boy we trying to be straight
Fuck that, we trying to bake a wedding cake
Just got the new Jag, goddamn that's country
Boy we just got the bank and goddamn that's bumpy
'Cause my money don't fold, spend my money on hoes
We'll buy the whole floor, go on and get some more

I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
I know you see the Lamb with the butterfly doors
And I keep it to the sky on them hoes
Bitch nigga my money don't fold
Bitch nigga my money don't fold