Money Fold

Uh-huh, Paper Route, Paper Route

Yeah…

This that rich talk, nigga

Rest in peace to a legend

(Let the bandplay)

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Yeah, Dolph…

I don’t talk much, I just stack my figures (Nah)

20 chains on, still move like a dealer (Still)

Private jet flights, I ain’t flyin’ commercial

But I still touch down where it ain’t that simple (Woo)

Made a hundred bands off a iPhone jugg

Turned that to a Lambo sittin’ on dubs

Never needed clout, I was really that plug

Now I sign checks like I sign them dubs

(Paper Route Empire!)

Whole clique eat, we don’t do crumbs

Broke boy talk make my ears go numb

I just made a flip while I chilled in the sun

Neck so bright, make the opps go blind

(Straight up)

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Money don’t fold, it stack (Stack!)

I ain’t gotta talk, that’s facts (Facts!)

New Glock came with a drum, no cap

Ridin’ with a bag and a blunt in my lap

(Skrrt!)

Money don’t fold, it rise

Told my young boy shoot if he try

PR chain and a brand new ride

We ain’t never switch sides — real ones don’t hide

(Let’s go!)

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Ayy, brand new whip go fast (Vroom)

Money in the safe, no stash (Yeah)

I don’t do fronts, I tax

Make a broke hater mad with a laugh

(Hahaha!)

Ayy, Glock pull up like boom (Boom)

All blue hunnids like Crip cartoon

Neck on chill, but my wrist go zoom

Still got work in the back like a classroom

(Let’s go)

Big boss moves, I ain’t playin’ with none

All gas, no brakes when I pop out stunnin’

Took a lil’ L, but I came back dumpin’

Now my new whip cost more than your budget

(Facts!)

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Money don’t fold, it stack (Stack!)

I ain’t gotta talk, that’s facts (Facts!)

New Glock came with a drum, no cap

Ridin’ with a bag and a blunt in my lap

(Woo!)

Money don’t fold, it rise

Told my young boy shoot if he try

PR chain and a brand new ride

We ain’t never switch sides — real ones don’t hide

(Never!)

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Yeah…

Long live Dolph, for real

Still run the city like a track meet

Paper Route forever

Glooorrryyyy!