Gucci Mane – Fold Dat Money Up ft. Project Pat

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Gucci Mane and this music is titled “Fold Dat Money Up ft. Project Pat”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Ice Daddy” And it was released in the year 2021.

 

Listen up below with the full lyrics.

 

Fold Dat Money Up Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

This a vibe, man

Gucci Mane, they say you’re crazy, I understand (It’s Guwop)

Only one way to go is up

Heads up at all times

Mr. East Atlanta, huh

Yeah, huh

They call me Fiji water

Haha, burr

Mike WiLL on the beat, Evil Genius, contemplatin’, huh, huh (Burr)

 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

When the club close, when the hoes go

Fold that money up, fold that money up

When the dope go out the dope-hole

Fold that money up, fold that money up

Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up

Fold that money up, fold that money up

Tryna stack my money ’til I can’t fold it up

Tryna stack my money ’til I can’t fold it up

 

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I was a jit full of shit tryna sell a brick (Huh)

Just a knucklehead nigga from the projects (Huh)

Niggas sleepin’ on me, they kept sendin’ death threats

Like that Gucci Mane can’t come in with a slick left (Shh)

Man, I was jabbin’ with the right, man, my whole life

They said that, “Gucci Mane, you’re crazy, uncircumcised” (Haha)

I whip that dick off on that bitch, she said, “Surprise, ho” (Yeah)

I said, “I’m thinkin’ so crazy, I got a mastermind” (Wizzop)

I got so much money, my money doin’ backflips

I made it flip again and then it made me happy

I made an Elliot today, they call it trappin’

I might just smile, I’m your dog, fashion (Haha)

I put the Atlantic on my skin, did that shit again

The Evil Genius, you can’t touch me, not even kick my shin

They say, “Doc, what’s goin’ on in your dirty mind?”

That bitch so fine, when she doin’ all the time

You saw them bring her out, what’s this going on?

My money long, long, long, long, real long (Long)

My money longer than the adlibs on every song (Burr)

My money, it got it goin’ on (Yeah)

 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Project Pat]

When the club close, when the hoes go

Fold that money up, fold that money up

When the dope go out the dope-hole

Fold that money up, fold that money up

Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up

Fold that money up, fold that money up

Tryna stack my money ’til I can’t fold it up

Tryna stack my money ’til I can’t fold it up (Patta)

 

[Verse 2: Project Pat]

I grew up inner-city side of towner (Ooh)

Get me out the mud, tag, bitch, what held me down, sir

Me and my niggas in the trap pound-for-pounder

Keep your head above water, fuck that, I’m a founder (Fuck that)

These hoes down here legs open, pussy drowned ya (Swish)

Was always pullin’ guns on them niggas who wasn’t from ’round here

Runnin’ off with funds, AK drum, that’s an out-of-bounder (Damn)

Have your moms in a black dress puttin’ you in the ground, sir

Your baby mama head was so good, had to crown her

Weed you was smokin’, it make no noise, mines louder

So much drip, drip, drip, drip, money flip, flip, flip

All the designer on me pimpin’, your girl mouth dick stick (Ooh)

 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

When the club close, when the hoes go

Fold that money up, fold that money up

When the dope go out the dope-hole

Fold that money up, fold that money up

Hit a lick, sell a brick, fold that money up

Fold that money up, fold that money up

Tryna stack my money ’til I can’t fold it up

Tryna stack my money ’til I can’t fold it up

 

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