Kunci: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Cm
This a vibe, man
Gm
Cm
Gm
Gucci Mane, they say you're crazy,
Cm
I understand (it's Guwop)
G
Only one way to go, it's up
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
C
When the club close, when the hoes go
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
Cm
Fold that money up, 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
G
in with a slick left (shh)
C
G
Man, I was jabbin' with the right,
Cm
C
Gm
C
They said that, "GucciMane,
G
you're crazy, uncircumcised" (ha- ha)
I whip that dick off on that bitch, she said,
Gm
C
I said, "I'm thinkin' so crazy,
G
I got a mastermind" (Wizzop)
Verse 4
Cm
my money doin' backflips
C
I made it flip again and then
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,
C
My money long, long, long,
G
Cm
long, real long (long)
G
C
My money longer than the adlibs on
Cm
Gm
every song (burr)
My money (my money),
Cm
it got it goin' on (yeah)
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
Cm
Fold that money up, fold that money up
C
Tryna stack my money 'til
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)
C
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)
G
These hoes down here legs open,
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
C
Runnin' off with funds, AK drum,
G
C
that's an out- of- bounder (damn)
G
C
Have your moms in a black dress
G
puttin' you in the ground, sir
Gm
Gm
C
Gm
Your baby mama head was so good,
C
it make no noise, mine's louder
Cm
So much drip, drip, drip, drip,
Cm
money flip, flip, flip
Gm
All the designer on me pimpin',
Cm
your girl mouth dick stick (ooh)
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
Gm
Tryna stack my money 'til
Outro 1
I can't fold it up
Cm
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