Don’t Fold

Pockets full money don't fold new belt hold up my Britches
Call up fat if it's a problem cuz I know he wit it
I been thumbing through these 20s ain't no penny pinching
Put my hands up to the lord and ask him please forgive me
Left my bitch she always trippin
Told her stay out my business
New coupe get the windows tinted
Then let my brudda spin it
Niggas tryna catch me slippin
I gotta pay attention
Reup all gone in a minute
That's how young niggas living
Left my bitch cause I found out she fuck with
Other niggas
Ian trippin bout no hoe my mind stay on the mission
I say he my dawgs that really means I'm fucking with him
If I ain't fucking with him up it get to Bussing niggas
She feeling me
And I been feeling her like what she see in me
really don't give a fuck bout What niggas thinks of me
Lately Ian been feeling right Sipping Hennessy
Know I been In my bag Got ma momma proud of me
I'm feeling her
Say she gon leave me lone Thinks that I give a fuck
Tripping been all alone Known I had to switch it up
Roll up cuz I ain't trippin bout Smoking cuz I'm up
I know my so heart cold I can't ever give it up
blow the pain away
I roll up all of my feelings and let em fade away
Swear when I'm upping that fye they don't got shit to stay
Been tryna better my life I take it Day by day
Pockets full money don't fold new belt hold up my Britches
Call up fat if it's a problem cuz I know he wit it
I been thumbing through these 20s ain't no penny pinching
Put my hands up to the lord and ask him please forgive me
Left my bitch she always trippin
Told her stay out my business
New coupe get the windows tinted
Then let my brudda spin it
Niggas tryna catch me slippin
I gotta pay attention
Reup all gone in a minute
That's how young niggas living



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Writer(s): Kyran Donawa
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