Woodie Smalls – Money Folder lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, twenty day on the desk is where the wrist is
I’ma pop a lil bit for these bitches
Aight, shit, quit playin’
I notice that you leavin’, but you know a nigga 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 shit
Post it on the internet, click, click, click
And for them niggas that be hatin’, you can suck my dick
I be really with the shits
I be really with the fur
My dick pointing at her, cause you know i’m fucking her
Sorry, last night I had a dream about Ferrari’s
Fell in love with this shit, 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 nigga Jones, he be posted in the cut
And we like aye, lay it down suede
Shoutout to them niggas that be posted all day
Man I be feelin’ like a million bucks
Shoutout my nigga Jones, he be posted in the cut
And we like aye, lay it down suede
Shoutout to them niggas that be posted all day


[Verse 2]
Check me out, feeling gifted as shit
I am the one, the one that pops you over his bitch
I‘m not lookin’ for glasses, I’m lookin’ for asses
I’m lookin’ for the one, who controlls the masses
Man my passion is a lifetime, looking for the right rhymes
And enough with all the rain, it’s the sunshine
Goodbye I say, it’s a Soft Parade
I feel like time will tell
If a young motherfucker like woods will excel
We stagin’, word to my mother I ain’t never been afraid
I been buzzin’ before the buzz was hot
But the steez was low
And last year I fell in love with a freaky ho’
But now we focussed lil nigga
Finna get this fucking money though
And every single woman, we gon’ fuck ‘em like a bunny though
Just me and my niggas
Man welcome to the bloody show
I see y’all niggas talking, but it ain’t about the money though

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


[Verse 3]
Uh, but now we back to the statics of this shit
They wanna make money, but they don’t know how to split
They wanna live they dreams, but they don’t know how to live
Fuck it, I’ma open the doors, like it’s the fridge
I got the keys to the Benz
And a brand new Roley
Fuck these other niggas man, them niggas they be phony
They be coppin’ this shit
But I be droppin’ this shit
And oh well, shit I’m living life so well
Sniffing all white like it’s snow well
They be talking so loud, on some public shit
Yeah, I can keep talking, cause me
I’m on some other shit
I took the teacher out the class, talking benefits
And when I get it, I’ma share it with my relatives
And I can see it from far, that she swallow kids
And don’t hate on the boy cause I’m handling business
It’s the young motherfucker that be stacking his riches

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