Key: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Cm
This a vibe, man
Gm
Cm
Gm
Gucci Mane, they say you're crazy,
C
Gm
Heads up at all times
Cm
Gm
Mr. East Atlanta, huh
Gm
Cm
They call me Fiji water
Gm
Cm
Ha- ha, burr
Gm
C
Mike WiLL on the beat
Cm
Gm
Evil Genius, contemplatin',
C
Cm
Gm
huh, huh (burr)
Verse 2
Fold that money up,
Cm
C
G
fold that money up
Gm
Cm
C
When the dope go out the dope- hole
Cm
G
Fold that money up, fold that money up
C
Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up
C
Cm
G
Tryna stack my money 'til
G
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up
Verse 3
C
Gm
full of shit tryna
Cm
C
sell a brick (huh)
Cm
C
Just a knucklehead nigga from
Cm
C
the projects (huh)
Niggas sleepin' on me,
Gm
C
they kept sendin' death threats
Like that Gucci Mane can't come
C
G
Man, I was jabbin' with the right,
Cm
C
Gm
C
They said that, "GucciMane,
I whip that dick off on that bitch, she said,
Gm
C
I said, "I'm thinkin' so crazy,
Verse 4
Cm
C
G
it made me happy
C
Cm
Gm
G
Cm
I made an Elliot today, they call it trappin'
C
Cm
I might just smile, I'm your dog,
F
C
Cm
I put the At lantic on my skin,
did that shit again
The Evil Genius, you can't touch me,
not even kick my shin
Verse 5
Cm
C
Gm
what's goin' on in your dirty mind?"
Cm
Gm
That bitch so fine,
Cm
Gm
C
when she doin' all the time
G
C
Gm
You saw them bring her out,
G
Cm
long, real long (long)
G
C
My money longer than the adlibs on
Cm
Gm
every song (burr)
My money (my money),
Verse 6
Gm
Cm
Gm
C
When the club close, when the hoes go
Cm
C
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Gm
C
When the dope go out the dope- hole
Cm
Gm
Cm
C
Fold that money up, fold that money up
G
C
Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up
G
C
I can't fold it up
G
Cm
Tryna stack my money 'til
G
C
I can't fold it up (Patta)
Verse 7
Cm
C
Cm
C
I grew up inner- city side
G
C
Cm
of towner (ooh)
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Gm
C
Get me out the mud, tag, bitch,
Ab
Gm
what held me down, sir
G
Gm
C
Me and my niggas in the trap
pound- for- pounder
Keep your head above water, fuck that,
I'm a founder (fuck that)
C
G
Gm
pussy drowned ya (swish)
C
Gm
G
C
Was always pullin' guns on them niggas
G
C
who wasn't from 'round here
Verse 8
G
C
that's an out- of- bounder (damn)
G
C
Have your moms in a black dress
Gm
Gm
C
Gm
Your baby mama head was so good,
Verse 9
Gm
Cm
When the club close,
Gm
C
when the hoes go
Cm
C
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Gm
C
When the dope go out the dope- hole
C
Gm
Fold that money up, fold that money up
C
Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up
Cm
Gm
fold that money up
Tryna stack my money 'til
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