Can’t Fold. lyrics

[Intro: TheCoolisMac]
Yeah, yeah, yeah okay (Yeah yeah)
Yeah, WDNG (1-3-1-7)
New sh*t
Baby, (1-3-1-7) huh
Respectfully (Yeah)
(Turn up in here) Okay

[Chorus: TheCoolisMac]
Can't bend, can’t fold yeah (Can’t fold yeah)
n*ggas act hoes [?] (That's a no-no)
Why I think I know they come and go (They come and go though)
Cash out on new pimpin’, I’m running low (I’m running low)
I head it’s bussin’ Imma lock and load (Okay, let's go)
Can’t bend, can’t fold yeah (Can’t fold yeah)
But if you got some sex, we can grow on me (We can roll, on me yeah)

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
Ayy
Once in a lifetime, international icon
My name still ring off
Shine bright like flashlights from Nikon, the sh*t that I’m on
Keepin’ W’s piling on, we back
Back on pavement, Dior fragrance
She wants a man that’ll fix her up but
I ain’t maintenance
I can’t save you, sorry I’m thuggin’
I don’t gotta call you for nothing
If I can’t count on you, I can count on this money
Got what I got from the hustle
Why would I change? I’m already up
[Chorus: TheCoolisMac]
Can't bend, can’t fold yeah (Can’t fold yeah)
n*ggas act hoes [?] (That's a no-no)
Why I think I know they come and go (They come and go though)
Cash out on new pimpin’, I’m running low (I’m running low)
I head it’s bussin’ Imma lock and load (Okay, let's go)
Can’t bend, can’t fold yeah (Can’t fold yeah)
But if you got some sex, we can grow on me (On me, yeah yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: TheCoolisMac]
Already set to leave the party at 3 (1-2-3)
Know you want to be exclusive but they on me (They on me)
Play a n*gga wherever on station like Sony (Let's go)
Keep the secret close to the neck like a goatee (I got you)
She said where you tryna take it, I said slowly (Baby girl, slow down)
I’m prolly breaking heart (Okay)
But I keep one in the Lexus like they came with the car (Skrrt, turn up in here)
You better off chasing a star (Okay)
Tried to hold a n*gga back cuz I was going too far (I'm going in)
They ain’t f*cking with me cuz they can’t ('Cause they can't though)
You ain’t heard of lying you ain’t (You ain't though)
[?]
I’m going past the limit like the tape, we came for that (Ain't no limit)
She was ? now she changing ? (Okay)
Gave the n*gga the run around damn I need a top on her (I need that)
That sh*t for show like a house homie
[Chorus: TheCoolisMac]
Can't bend, can’t fold yeah (Can’t fold yeah)
n*ggas act hoes [?] (That's a no-no)
Why I think I know they come and go (They come and go though)
Cash out on new pimpin’, I’m running low (I’m running low though)
I head it’s bussin’ Imma lock and load (Okay, let's go)
Can’t bend, can’t fold yeah (Can’t fold yeah)
But if you got some sex, we can grow on me
Haha, on me (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)