Money Don't Fold Up

Aye, do me a favor...
 When I'm in the V.I.P. and you see the girls roll-up
 Just tell them my stacks don't fold-up
 What, my money don't fold up?
 Huh
 I be be gwoppin big stacks
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 Expensive brands, I'm the man cause my
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 I blow a couple stacks, why? Cause my
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 Ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up
 My money don't fold-up, my my my, money don't fold-up
 Money, ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up
 My money, My money, my money, my money don't fold-up
 Money, Money, Money, that's all I think about
 When I pull-up my fleece, I'm telling ya stacks fallout
 Man Coogie, Gucci, I just rock-it
 If they ask you how I feel, say I'm high like a rocket
 Playboy chevy, candy pain and it's topless
 Mr. clean grill, they swear that I mopped it
 Fresh red monkey jeans, tag still on
 Gone take them D's off and put them MJ's on
 Neck full of jewlery, see me from a mile away
 King Kong in the trunk, hear me from a mile away
 Shawty they call me Mr. Cape, I'm ballin, watch me fade away
 Hit the switch on the candy coded chevy it levitates
 On them 28's, pain drippin, grain gripping
 Top down, freaks ridding, so the screens flippin
 Big tipping, when I'm in the club getting throwed
 Snow cone on my arm, you can call it ice cold
 I be be gwoppin big stacks
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 Expensive brands, I'm the man cause my
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 I blow a couple stacks, why? Cause my
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 Ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up
 My money don't fold-up, my my my, money don't fold-up
 Money, ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up
 My money, My money, my money, my money don't fold-up
 Hustling, hustling, call me Rick Ross
 Sixty-four chevy chevelle, with the wet paint gloss
 Call a player jack frost, cause my swag so cold
 Chain hanging off my neck, thirty bellow zero
 Pull-up to the club, cardi-yays, Grill gleaming, fresh jays
 My dudes out hustling, we getting that dirty pay
 Delay what you heard, we the best of the pack
 You'd think I had on roller skates, how i rolled on this track
 I blow a couple stacks, Why? Cause my money don't fold-up
 They say I'm kinda crazy, cause I'm leaning out the truck
 Money on my mind, yeah, that's all I think about
 I hit the crib just to throw a couple stack on the couch
 Now, now, who know how, to get out, and get the cheddar
 You wanna know how, well, then, ill teach you latter
 Fa-real, you know my ride crispy clear
 You know I got them tv's and the twenty-four inch rims
 A-yea-yeah
 I be be gwoppin big stacks
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 Expensive brands, I'm the man cause my
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 I blow a couple stacks, why? Cause my
 Cause my money don't fold-up
 Ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up
 My money don't fold-up, my my my, money don't fold-up
 Money, ma, ma, ma, money don't fold-up
 My money, My money, my money, my money don't fold-up