Money Folder lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, twenty day on the desk is where the wrist is
I’ma pop a lil bit for these b*tches
Aight, sh*t, quit playin’
I notice that you leavin’, but you know a n*gga stayin’
I be Soft Parade playin’
Double cup boppin’
Mary J an option, losing ain’t an option
Only winners on my team
And we out for the cream
Out for the dollo, oops i mean yero
Shoutout to the women that be ‘bout they sh*t
Post it on the internet, click, click, click
And for them n*ggas that be hatin’, you can suck my di*k
I be really with the sh*ts
I be really with the fur
My di*k pointing at her, cause you know i’m f*cking her
Sorry, last night I had a dream about Ferrari’s
Fell in love with this sh*t, man you know that it caught me
Do what I say, it’s a Soft Parade

[Chorus]
Man I be feelin’ like a million bucks
Shoutout my n*gga Jones, he be posted in the cut
And we like aye, lay it down suede
Shoutout to them n*ggas that be posted all day
Man I be feelin’ like a million bucks
Shoutout my n*gga Jones, he be posted in the cut
And we like aye, lay it down suede
Shoutout to them n*ggas that be posted all day