Juvenile - My Money Don't Fold lyrics

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