Travis Porter - Follies lyrics

(Intro) Aye Self Ill Will We bout to do what we do best, right? Take it to the motherf**in booty club Mr. Porter Turn up! (Hook x2) Party up in follies on the molly on the Sunday Stack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundry All this ice on, you would think it was for Jeezy Throwin up the money got the b**hes going crazy (Verse) I like b**hes in my near but I want a b**h feel the cree I been blowin this money just like it was going on a tree I done been to the bank, every day of this week sponsored links And I’ve stuntin so hard they start invest game me I was smashin but she told me take it deeper All this ice, f** around and caught the fever Molly bad a** b**h, she a diva Had to kick her to the curb ‘cus I don’t need her All the hunnids got a n***a goin crazy I was spending it crazy Go for that, spending one night, one night On the molly (Verse) Follies on the molly but the party went to team I let er sip the bottom now she tryna sip my lean Throwin up the money got the b**hes going nuts Get me try the phone, tell the ho to stay in touch Layin with cake, flippin throwin cracks Honey I own you and think it was the guys Had em up against me and look at how I glisten n***a this a movie, tell yo ho to pay attention Soon it’s fallin off on my new Balenciagas Swimming in the cash but I brought my Louie bucks I threw up cardinal plus a pair of red bottles Turn up with my wall like it ain’t no tomorrow (go cray) (Hook x2) Party up in follies on the molly on the Sunday Stack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundry All this ice on, you would think it was for Jeezy Throwin up the money got the b**hes going crazy (Verse) Probably up in follies, off that molly going crazy All these b**hes wanna f** a fly n***a so I hope that ain’t yo lady All this ice on, you would think it was for Jeezy Pulled up in a hot tub, stuntin in a brand new blue Mercedes I drop molly in the bottle with a champagne All these hoes f**in with the campaign Got hoes round the world, every city I’m at I could pull a n***a b**h like a hamstring My n***a getting money they choosin Girls start shakin they booty n***as start throwin that money Now everybody up in here losin Got black girl, white girl, chinese girl, Spanish girl Everybody up in my section And the bottle just came, I’m about the Rick James All a n***a really need is a blessing Cutting up that one stone, Pants saggy, my belt’s on Let the stu, it’s 1 in the morning It’s Sunday night, I know where I’m goin to mack (Verse) I got them VVS’s in, baby you mad losin Probably up in parties with Jeezy and Cam Newton Shorty up the pole but you know she on the way down Man this b**h a club, we bout to turn into a playground Money in my section, flyin every direction We throwin hella ones while you n***as sit and textin I call my n***a Kurt Cobain, he’s from Houston, Texas Might call my n***a Dough, this how we do it in professions I get real cash, yall get pennies Yall get no dough, I get plenty I spend 10 bands, all in 35 minutes They ask me why I did it, hell nah with a Atlantics b**h (Hook x2) Party up in follies on the molly on the Sunday Stack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundry All this ice on, you would think it was for Jeezy Throwin up the money got the b**hes going crazy