Juvenile - My Money Don't Fold lyrics

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[Intro]What?!Flight School in the building homeyNino, it's on as a bone mayneGettin that money maynePuttin it in the bank account though, writin checksIf you broke man it's gon' be hard for you understand thisbut peep this[Chorus]I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothesBitch nigga my money don't foldBitch nigga my money don't foldBitch nigga my money don't foldI know you see the Lamb' with the butterfly do'sAnd I keep it to the side on some hoesBitch nigga my money don't foldBitch nigga my money don't fold[Juvenile]Oh no~! My money don't fold... I'm a winnerIf money is the root of all evil, I'm a sinnerListen up soldier boy I bend your antennaRed dot on the center of your head for my dinnerI don't talk about swag... cause I show it50 thousand dollar cash every 12 I blow itYeah that boy hot, Lambo's in the lotWhat'cha know about deep sea fishin on a yacht?Lil' kids thankin showtime at the centerRetarded baby it's me because I'm shittin like an enemaYou garbage, I'm solidI'm on these hoes like fingernail polishFresh out of Flight School I got it on pilotYou in the corner actin stupid lookin childishYou got your shades on loc but you can notice meYou actin like you don't see me but bitch I know...[Chorus][Juvenile]Every day I'm the man... I pop Louis tagsI probably got your whole life inside this Louis bagYou know the F1, I already wrecked oneHad to upscale, Lamborghini was the next oneHold your tongue son, I be on that BSI put that on everything I am U.T. yesI was in them raids, now a nigga paidAnd my bitch sippin more of these champagne headsYes, I'm everywhere that they ain't brokeSeen the money then I'm already at the airportI am a star boy, you look a fan likeYou coulda bought two but you ain't have your plan rightI got my Louis' on, cool plus iron whiteSunday might go out there and show 'em I'm the man likeYou got your shades on loc but you can notice meYou actin like you don't see me but bitch I know...[Chorus][T-Money]I said I just got paaaaaaaid~! The money playin ping pongI'm ballin at the red light, feelin good like King KongThis here the theme song, hundred fifty steam onI'm dead wrong, talkin money on the phoneIt's baller music, baby buy you someBoy I'ma get paid no matter how you comeYou can't act crazy, I'ma go and get gunsI tell you what, be the quick to show up punksI hit the highways boy, with CDs and tapesMight come back with X pills, and cell phones and BapesState to state, boy we tryin to be straightFuck that, we tryin to bake a wedding cakeThey just got the new Jag, God damn that's funWell we just got the paper, God damn that's oneBecause my money don't fold, spend my money on hoesWe about it hoe so go and get some mo' dough[Chorus] w/ dub ad lib repeat