Fold - Shad Da God

Yeah

These some cold streets, my wrist gotta match that temperature

I got these hoes pullin' out they titties for my signature

This might not last how long you wanted to last, I kept it real with her

She geeked up off this car with paper tags, that shit so trill to her

Bitch tryna see what it do

I do these hoes like a school

I teach these hoes what it do when I hop in the coupe, I’m like fuck the lil

roof

I don’t believe not in one of these rappers, they see me they gotta show proof

Damn

I just poured Ace of Spade all in my cup, waste that shit on my Margiela shoes

Ooh

Feel on yo bitch booty like we go back

Nigga try her, leave ya (?) flat

I got some percocet pills in a sack

Take one of these, it gon make you relax

Once you buy sum', you can’t bring that shit back

(?) can’t fold in my trap

Get off on Old Nat

That’s where I’m at

Fold, fold

Fell in love with how that money fold, fold

'Till I got a bankroll, they couldn’t close, close

Stepped out the house with them diamonds on me, and these bitches they legs gon

fold

Left out the house with that flavor on me, I bet all these hoes look at my

clothes

Dough, dough

These hoes get wet off suicide doors

You woulda thought they was scared when they seen how I whipped up in that Ghost

I went and bought me some choppers and pistols and none of these bitches for

show

They don’t know bout this Bankroll Mafia shit, them boys don’t know

Scrolled up a blunt of that gas and I make that bitch hit like exhaust pipe

Mafia livin' it got me not stoppin at none of your red lights

Your hoe tryna feed me banana pudding

I already got the banana with me

I’m all bout them Benjamins, 750

Can’t dig what I’m sayin?

Your shovel missin'

Woah

I don’t want a bankroll that’s gon fold

Nigga wanna wet up, might as well gon kill they self like Rolls Royce doors

Shit

I’m on the doses of Act, bout to goddamn doze

I could be sleep, they still can’t slip shit under my nose

I’m on my toes

I wear a whole lot of European shoes, lil bitch, lil hoe

And I keep makin' her (?) like Lambo doors

She know I work harder than a bitch, cause I had her at one of my shows

I swear that my clothes smell the whole O up, with a bankroll love how it

Fold, fold

Fell in love with how that money fold, fold

'Till I got a bankroll, they couldn’t close, close

Stepped out the house with them diamonds on me, and these bitches they legs gon

fold

Left out the house with that flavor on me, I bet all these hoes look at my

clothes

Dough, dough

These hoes get wet off suicide doors

You woulda thought they was scared when they seen how I whipped up in that Ghost

I went and bought me some choppers and pistols and none of these bitches for

show

They don’t know bout this Bankroll Mafia shit, them boys don’t know