Money Fold Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

Yea, party at the mansion 

I got me like- 

15 hoes, all of 'em ready 

Pull back up, Suburban Chevy 

Niggas talk, bitches talk 

Money walk, let that money walk 

They hated on me, now they on my nuts 

Take care of my fam, 'cause now I'm up 

Money tall, money comes, money goes 

When that money get so big it's hard to keep that money fold 

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When I was young and we was broke I saw a lot of things 

Couldn't stay out of jail I caught a lot of cases 

Under 25 with a black card in my wallet baby 

Who the hell said that money make you a boss lil' baby 

You see that caution tape, so you can't come 'round here if you do not know nobody 

Money to the ceiling been saving since I had nothin' 

I don't have no feelings, I been hurt so I can't trust ya 

Geeked up, blowing on purple feelin' like Urkel 

All these beats I murder, no squares in my circle 

Little kids they look up to me gotta be a better person 

Got pulled over know I'm dirty pray them folks don't search me 

Cause at the house I got like- 

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15 hoes, all of 'em ready 

Pull back up, Suburban Chevy 

Niggas talk, bitches talk 

Money walk, let that money walk 

They hated on me, now they on my nuts 

Take care of my fam, 'cause now I'm up 

Money tall, money comes, money goes 

When that money get so big it's hard to keep that money fold 

I remember they say I wouldn't have shit 

Now I got like 3 or 4 establishments 

When I was lil' I ain't have the best all the kids was laughing at me 

By the time I was in high school told them pussy niggas class in session 

I passed the lesson 

No asking questions got that bass in my trunk 

Surrounded with my day ones 

If you try this Rich Homie shit 

Boy, I swear these niggas they goin' 

Shoot up everything in sight, might hit your daughter and son 

I got robbers from River, and none of my shooters gon' run 

Put it in my little boy Devin name, so he can have a trust fund 

When he get older, when he grow up he can be a better man than me 

The plan for me is to sit back with me feet up, laid back 

It's hard to choose cause I got like- 

15 hoes, all of 'em ready 

Pull back up, Suburban Chevy 

Niggas talk, bitches talk 

Money walk, let that money walk 

They hated on me, now they on my nuts 

Take care of my fam, 'cause now I'm up 

Money tall, money comes, money goes 

When that money get so big it's hard to keep that money fold