[Intro]
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What?!
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Flight School in the building homey
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Nino, it's on as a bone mayne
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Gettin that money mayne
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Puttin it in the bank account though, writin checks
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If you broke man it's gon' be hard for you understand this
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but peep this
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[Chorus]
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I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes
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Bitch nigga my money don't fold
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Bitch nigga my money don't fold
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Bitch nigga my money don't fold
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I know you see the Lamb' with the butterfly do's
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And I keep it to the side on some hoes
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Bitch nigga my money don't fold
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Bitch nigga my money don't fold
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[Juvenile]
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Oh no! My money don't fold... I'm a winner
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If money is the root of all evil, I'm a sinner
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Listen up soldier boy I bend your antenna
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Red dot on the center of your head for my dinner
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I don't talk about swag... cause I show it
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50 thousand dollar cash every 12 I blow it
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Yeah that boy hot, Lambo's in the lot
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What'cha know about deep sea fishin on a yacht?
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Lil' kids thankin showtime at the center
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Retarded baby it's me because I'm shittin like an enema
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You garbage, I'm solid
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I'm on these hoes like fingernail polish
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Fresh out of Flight School I got it on pilot
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You in the corner actin stupid lookin childish
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You got your shades on loc but you can notice me
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You actin like you don't see me but bitch I know...
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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Every day I'm the man... I pop Louis tags
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I probably got your whole life inside this Louis bag
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You know the F1, I already wrecked one
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Had to upscale, Lamborghini was the next one
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Hold your tongue son, I be on that BS
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I put that on everything I am U.T. yes
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I was in them raids, now a nigga paid
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And my bitch sippin more of these champagne heads
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Yes, I'm everywhere that they ain't broke
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Seen the money then I'm already at the airport
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I am a star boy, you look a fan like
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You coulda bought two but you ain't have your plan right
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I got my Louis' on, cool plus iron white
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Sunday might go out there and show 'em I'm the man like
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You got your shades on loc but you can notice me
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You actin like you don't see me but bitch I know...
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[Chorus]
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[T-Money]
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I said I just got paaaaaaaid! The money playin ping pong
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I'm ballin at the red light, feelin good like King Kong
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This here the theme song, hundred fifty steam on
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I'm dead wrong, talkin money on the phone
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It's baller music, baby buy you some
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Boy I'ma get paid no matter how you come
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You can't act crazy, I'ma go and get guns
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I tell you what, be the quick to show up punks
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I hit the highways boy, with CDs and tapes
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Might come back with X pills, and cell phones and Bapes
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State to state, boy we tryin to be straight
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Fuck that, we tryin to bake a wedding cake
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They just got the new Jag, God damn that's fun
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Well we just got the paper, God damn that's one
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Because my money don't fold, spend my money on hoes
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We about it hoe so go and get some mo' dough
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[Chorus w/ dub ad lib repeat]
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My Money Don't Fold
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| Juvenile |
