Lyrics Money Fold - Rich Homie Quan

Yea, party at the mansion
I got me like–
15 hoes, all of ′em ready
Pull back up, Suburban Chevy
Niggas talk, bitches talk
Money walk, let that money walk
They hated on me, now they on my nuts
Take care of my fam, 'cause now I′m up
Money tall, money comes, money goes
When that money get so big it's hard to keep that money fold
When I was young and we was broke I saw a lot of things
Couldn't stay out of jail I caught a lot of cases
Under 25 with a black card in my wallet baby
Who the hell said that money make you a boss lil′ baby
You see that caution tape, so you can′t come 'round here if you do not know nobody
Money to the ceiling been saving since I had nothin′
I don't have no feelings, I been hurt so I can′t trust ya
Geeked up, blowing on purple feelin' like Urkel
All these beats I murder, no squares in my circle
Little kids they look up to me gotta be a better person
Got pulled over know I′m dirty pray them folks don't search me
Cause at the house I got like–
15 hoes, all of 'em ready
Pull back up, Suburban Chevy
Niggas talk, bitches talk
Money walk, let that money walk
They hated on me, now they on my nuts
Take care of my fam, ′cause now I′m up
Money tall, money comes, money goes
When that money get so big it's hard to keep that money fold
I remember they say I wouldn′t have shit
Now I got like 3 or 4 establishments
When I was lil' I ain′t have the best all the kids was laughing at me
By the time I was in high school told them pussy niggas class in session
I passed the lesson
No asking questions got that bass in my trunk
Surrounded with my day ones
If you try this Rich Homie shit
Boy, I swear these niggas they goin'
Shoot up everything in sight, might hit your daughter and son
I got robbers from River, and none of my shooters gon′ run
Put it in my little boy Devin name, so he can have a trust fund
When he get older, when he grow up he can be a better man than me
The plan for me is to sit back with me feet up, laid back
It's hard to choose cause I got like–
15 hoes, all of 'em ready
Pull back up, Suburban Chevy
Niggas talk, bitches talk
Money walk, let that money walk
They hated on me, now they on my nuts
Take care of my fam, ′cause now I′m up
Money tall, money comes, money goes
When that money get so big it's hard to keep that money fold