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Bryon Johnson

My money don't fold

Hook:
Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold


Verse 1

4 shots of patron n a bottle of that spades
Shawty sexin on that pole
like she came in here to be laid.

She rocking Gucci lue Prada
with dem six inch heels
I through stack on the floor
so shawty knew what the deal

Yep

10s and 20s
throwing stacks by the bundles
Brought them clouds out my pockets
Makin it rain wit them 100s

Fresh to def off in this bitch
Lungs full of that purple
She know um paid Fresh js
Diamonds dancing In circles

She saw the Range outside
N how it's sittn on 5s
Would put that bitch 6s
But it'll fuk up the ride

Yea now um

Smoking dank pouring up
Look at all that ass
In shawtys trunk

Then Saw her drop
Den blew a kiss
Had dat ass rolling round
Like turning flips

Uuuugh

Hook:

Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold




Verse 2:

Yea we deep off in this bitch,
It ain't nun fa me to spend 6
Stay get in n we ain't tripn
Cause all my niggaz hood rich

Yaaa

My Moneys long
yaa my pockets got stamina
Breakn 10s cross her back
Shawty turnt to a animal

She got more viewers in the mix
Than Hana Montana
I'm Goin long on this bitch
thought she was
Swimming the panama

Lol

Yea buddy
I luv my strippers fa real
So much currency through this bitch
I got her clickn then heels

This ain't no fantasy land Dorothy
This wizards pimpin fa real
Follow this yellow brick road
I'm retiring strippers career

Now I'm back to

Smoking dank
pouring up
Look at all that ass
In shawtys trunk

Saw her drop
Den blew a kiss
Ass in my lap
Like grand kids

Hook:
Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold

My money don't fold

Christmas night!
Intro:

Every winter night
The moon is always bright
Children filled with excite
Cause it's almost Christmas night

All the joy this time brings
People Christmas caroling
It always sounds so sweet and dear
Because I know that Santa was here

Bells jingling
And mamma starts to sing
It's that Special time of the year
Cause I know that Christmas is here

Chorus:
Every Christmas mornings filled with cheer
I think of all the laughter
and people filled with cheer
There's no replacing what I feel inside
So on Christmas night
Mamma please hold me tight!

For every boy and girl
And the homeless in the world
Has faith under the Christmas lights
And knows that Santa will make it right!

We'll be racing down the stairs
There be presents everywhere
Oh the excitement of what's inside
Christmas is truly a gift from God

Chorus:
Every Christmas mornings filled with cheer
I think of all the laughter
and people filled with cheer
There's no replacing what I feel inside
So on Christmas night
Mamma please hold me tight!

Outro: merry Christmas to all and may your Christmas be as memorable to you as Christmas has always been to me

Christmas night

Hook:
Ima down south n*gga to the heart
8 kickers competition
Tearing the damn street apart

On on 28 feeling great
Headed to mars

Popping bottles with the models
Drinking liqueur with the stars!


Verse 1:
Yeeeeeeeea!!!

Fresh up out the jet
It's young tony hawk

Ima down south n*gga
Homey check my walk

Long money ova here
Like Scrooges vault

Legion of boom on the mic
Homey catch this hawk

My ladies keep and umbrella
Cuz when the sip hit the club?
The 4 is stormy weather
Wayne and twist put together
Make the hoes pussy wetter
Blow tsunami doe
And flip Rihanna's umbrella

Yeeeeea

It's that down south monster son
Man of steel cloverfield all one
Handling the game like a mf x box 1
Fresh flames from my mic
Leaves fresh meat done!!!

Hook:
Ima down south n*gga to the heart
8 kickers competition
Tearing the damn street apart

On on 28 feeling great
Headed to mars

Popping bottles with the models
Drinking liqueur with the stars!

Verse two:

I'm everlasting on the mike
Like the champions belt
Couldn't see my flow comin?
Cause ya boy is stealth!
I'm doing this for the hood
Why you doing for self!
Try me it's UFC
No gloves no ref!!!

Heartbreak
Poseidon flow you felt
Projecting money
I'm nastrodamus himself
I'm so hot
that I just might melt
In your girls head like motions gel!

For real

Long lasting like a honda accord
Jumpin startn shit wit no charge
Alcoholic when it come to these bars
If I spit ten more?
N#gga you might see stars!

I'm breaking down on these beats
Like pull apart
So high
a n*gga playin pool wit that stars
Eagle flow
While u lame n#ggas shootin for par
Make way
When the king of the jungle ROARS!

Popping bottles with the stars


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My money don't fold

Hook:
Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold


Verse 1

4 shots of patron n a bottle of that spades
Shawty sexin on that pole
like she came in here to be laid.

She rocking Gucci lue Prada
with dem six inch heels
I through stack on the floor
so shawty knew what the deal

Yep

10s and 20s
throwing stacks by the bundles
Brought them clouds out my pockets
Makin it rain wit them 100s

Fresh to def off in this bitch
Lungs full of that purple
She know um paid Fresh js
Diamonds dancing In circles

She saw the Range outside
N how it's sittn on 5s
Would put that bitch 6s
But it'll fuk up the ride

Yea now um

Smoking dank pouring up
Look at all that ass
In shawtys trunk

Then Saw her drop
Den blew a kiss
Had dat ass rolling round
Like turning flips

Uuuugh

Hook:

Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold




Verse 2:

Yea we deep off in this bitch,
It ain't nun fa me to spend 6
Stay get in n we ain't tripn
Cause all my niggaz hood rich

Yaaa

My Moneys long
yaa my pockets got stamina
Breakn 10s cross her back
Shawty turnt to a animal

She got more viewers in the mix
Than Hana Montana
I'm Goin long on this bitch
thought she was
Swimming the panama

Lol

Yea buddy
I luv my strippers fa real
So much currency through this bitch
I got her clickn then heels

This ain't no fantasy land Dorothy
This wizards pimpin fa real
Follow this yellow brick road
I'm retiring strippers career

Now I'm back to

Smoking dank
pouring up
Look at all that ass
In shawtys trunk

Saw her drop
Den blew a kiss
Ass in my lap
Like grand kids

Hook:
Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold

My money don't fold

Christmas night!
Intro:

Every winter night
The moon is always bright
Children filled with excite
Cause it's almost Christmas night

All the joy this time brings
People Christmas caroling
It always sounds so sweet and dear
Because I know that Santa was here

Bells jingling
And mamma starts to sing
It's that Special time of the year
Cause I know that Christmas is here

Chorus:
Every Christmas mornings filled with cheer
I think of all the laughter
and people filled with cheer
There's no replacing what I feel inside
So on Christmas night
Mamma please hold me tight!

For every boy and girl
And the homeless in the world
Has faith under the Christmas lights
And knows that Santa will make it right!

We'll be racing down the stairs
There be presents everywhere
Oh the excitement of what's inside
Christmas is truly a gift from God

Chorus:
Every Christmas mornings filled with cheer
I think of all the laughter
and people filled with cheer
There's no replacing what I feel inside
So on Christmas night
Mamma please hold me tight!

Outro: merry Christmas to all and may your Christmas be as memorable to you as Christmas has always been to me

Christmas night

Hook:
Ima down south n*gga to the heart
8 kickers competition
Tearing the damn street apart

On on 28 feeling great
Headed to mars

Popping bottles with the models
Drinking liqueur with the stars!


Verse 1:
Yeeeeeeeea!!!

Fresh up out the jet
It's young tony hawk

Ima down south n*gga
Homey check my walk

Long money ova here
Like Scrooges vault

Legion of boom on the mic
Homey catch this hawk

My ladies keep and umbrella
Cuz when the sip hit the club?
The 4 is stormy weather
Wayne and twist put together
Make the hoes pussy wetter
Blow tsunami doe
And flip Rihanna's umbrella

Yeeeeea

It's that down south monster son
Man of steel cloverfield all one
Handling the game like a mf x box 1
Fresh flames from my mic
Leaves fresh meat done!!!

Hook:
Ima down south n*gga to the heart
8 kickers competition
Tearing the damn street apart

On on 28 feeling great
Headed to mars

Popping bottles with the models
Drinking liqueur with the stars!

Verse two:

I'm everlasting on the mike
Like the champions belt
Couldn't see my flow comin?
Cause ya boy is stealth!
I'm doing this for the hood
Why you doing for self!
Try me it's UFC
No gloves no ref!!!

Heartbreak
Poseidon flow you felt
Projecting money
I'm nastrodamus himself
I'm so hot
that I just might melt
In your girls head like motions gel!

For real

Long lasting like a honda accord
Jumpin startn shit wit no charge
Alcoholic when it come to these bars
If I spit ten more?
N#gga you might see stars!

I'm breaking down on these beats
Like pull apart
So high
a n*gga playin pool wit that stars
Eagle flow
While u lame n#ggas shootin for par
Make way
When the king of the jungle ROARS!

Popping bottles with the stars

:Lupe fiasco supastar freestyle bloodline remix start ya flow at 00:14 no hook needed!


Lights hit my shades soon as I step
Out the car
No average whips ova here
The bentleys way past par
50 stacks in my pocket
We ain't no chumps by far
It's them young allsparks
turned into "Superstars"

Now the bass hits the beat
Hoes loving my tempo
Throwing down on tha mic
Like a n@gga was kimbo
But I'm just a symbol
The coupes not rental
Comin fresh up out the 80's baby
Like a Nintendo

Wildn out in the game
like where is Waldo?
Getting money everyday
Like loomis and Fargo
Niagra falls flow boi
My shit is never shallow
Cold hearted on the mike
Like the day after tomorrow

With Swag of billy d
yea I'm smooth like Marvin
When it comes to these beats
Yea a nigga spitn poison

I hope you got ya penicillin

When I'm delivering

Cuz this viper shit that I'm spitn
Is killin and goin hard on yo b@tch
Like "sexual healing"
Sweet seductions in here ear
Will have her pussy tingling!

And you can bet that!

For a yard and a sack
Will have me pulling on her tracks
While catching a contact
In the back of a candy lac
Yea We shining in this bitch
It's straight adding no subtract!

Known fact
Yea I'm gone get mines
On tha "supastar" track
Nigga laying them land mines

I'm out my mind my flows Devine
Spitn bars that hit ya mind
And break ya spine
So high above you suckas
King Kong couldn't climb
While you
chasing and trying
I'm jogging the line.


Much luv to Lupe....

Lupe fiasco's "superstar" Bloodline freestyle remix

Song: radioactive

Verse #1
Many nights of broken dreams
And Hopes Of fame
N drinking bottle after bottle
To consume the pain

From my hood to your hood
It's still all Guud mane
Breaking rules drankin brews
And totting them thangs

The stormy road that I was traveling
Was filled with rain
These slippery suckas all around me
Is driving me insane

This broken system that we live in
Is built to contain
And East west north south
Yea They feeling my pain

Hook:

Verse: 2

A buck 50 through the city
Yea I'm hogging lanes
I'm taking flight above ya bull
This ain't my first rodeo man

I'm living loving making moves
So I can take care of home
I put the pen to this paper
N let my words guide me home

Don't need no push to start this flight
I'll jump out on my own
I'm parachutin in this game
When i touchdown
Baby it's on!

Then ill.....

Start with a bomb
N end with these flames
Kentaro is here
Runnin the game

You Otha's Is spitn
But this here is insane
I'm Hannibal lecture
Loosing my brain

This beats radioactive
Addictive like cane
Every ryhme every verb
They feeling my pain

Many have come
Only sum reach the top
I'm kicking dis lighting
Like Zeus thunder bolts

So ready for the war
like My name is kratos
You speak of revolution
Well this the rovolt

My priority is royalty
Bow down to the flow
Now back to the money
No time for you jokes

Nnnnnnaaaaah!

"Radioactive Bloodline remix"

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My money don't fold

Hook:
Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold


Verse 1

4 shots of patron n a bottle of that spades
Shawty sexin on that pole
like she came in here to be laid.

She rocking Gucci lue Prada
with dem six inch heels
I through stack on the floor
so shawty knew what the deal

Yep

10s and 20s
throwing stacks by the bundles
Brought them clouds out my pockets
Makin it rain wit them 100s

Fresh to def off in this bitch
Lungs full of that purple
She know um paid Fresh js
Diamonds dancing In circles

She saw the Range outside
N how it's sittn on 5s
Would put that bitch 6s
But it'll fuk up the ride

Yea now um

Smoking dank pouring up
Look at all that ass
In shawtys trunk

Then Saw her drop
Den blew a kiss
Had dat ass rolling round
Like turning flips

Uuuugh

Hook:

Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold




Verse 2:

Yea we deep off in this bitch,
It ain't nun fa me to spend 6
Stay get in n we ain't tripn
Cause all my niggaz hood rich

Yaaa

My Moneys long
yaa my pockets got stamina
Breakn 10s cross her back
Shawty turnt to a animal

She got more viewers in the mix
Than Hana Montana
I'm Goin long on this bitch
thought she was
Swimming the panama

Lol

Yea buddy
I luv my strippers fa real
So much currency through this bitch
I got her clickn then heels

This ain't no fantasy land Dorothy
This wizards pimpin fa real
Follow this yellow brick road
I'm retiring strippers career

Now I'm back to

Smoking dank
pouring up
Look at all that ass
In shawtys trunk

Saw her drop
Den blew a kiss
Ass in my lap
Like grand kids

Hook:
Grands on me chick
Bandz on me chick
Popin bands on dat ass
dance fa me trick

Dance fa me trick
Handstand fa me ms
Clap dat ass on this pole
My Money don't fold

Aye My money don't fold
Aye dropping bank rolls
Bounce dat ass on that pole
My money don't fold

My money don't fold

Christmas night!
Intro:

Every winter night
The moon is always bright
Children filled with excite
Cause it's almost Christmas night

All the joy this time brings
People Christmas caroling
It always sounds so sweet and dear
Because I know that Santa was here

Bells jingling
And mamma starts to sing
It's that Special time of the year
Cause I know that Christmas is here

Chorus:
Every Christmas mornings filled with cheer
I think of all the laughter
and people filled with cheer
There's no replacing what I feel inside
So on Christmas night
Mamma please hold me tight!

For every boy and girl
And the homeless in the world
Has faith under the Christmas lights
And knows that Santa will make it right!

We'll be racing down the stairs
There be presents everywhere
Oh the excitement of what's inside
Christmas is truly a gift from God

Chorus:
Every Christmas mornings filled with cheer
I think of all the laughter
and people filled with cheer
There's no replacing what I feel inside
So on Christmas night
Mamma please hold me tight!

Outro: merry Christmas to all and may your Christmas be as memorable to you as Christmas has always been to me

Christmas night

Hook:
Ima down south n*gga to the heart
8 kickers competition
Tearing the damn street apart

On on 28 feeling great
Headed to mars

Popping bottles with the models
Drinking liqueur with the stars!


Verse 1:
Yeeeeeeeea!!!

Fresh up out the jet
It's young tony hawk

Ima down south n*gga
Homey check my walk

Long money ova here
Like Scrooges vault

Legion of boom on the mic
Homey catch this hawk

My ladies keep and umbrella
Cuz when the sip hit the club?
The 4 is stormy weather
Wayne and twist put together
Make the hoes pussy wetter
Blow tsunami doe
And flip Rihanna's umbrella

Yeeeeea

It's that down south monster son
Man of steel cloverfield all one
Handling the game like a mf x box 1
Fresh flames from my mic
Leaves fresh meat done!!!

Hook:
Ima down south n*gga to the heart
8 kickers competition
Tearing the damn street apart

On on 28 feeling great
Headed to mars

Popping bottles with the models
Drinking liqueur with the stars!

Verse two:

I'm everlasting on the mike
Like the champions belt
Couldn't see my flow comin?
Cause ya boy is stealth!
I'm doing this for the hood
Why you doing for self!
Try me it's UFC
No gloves no ref!!!

Heartbreak
Poseidon flow you felt
Projecting money
I'm nastrodamus himself
I'm so hot
that I just might melt
In your girls head like motions gel!

For real

Long lasting like a honda accord
Jumpin startn shit wit no charge
Alcoholic when it come to these bars
If I spit ten more?
N#gga you might see stars!

I'm breaking down on these beats
Like pull apart
So high
a n*gga playin pool wit that stars
Eagle flow
While u lame n#ggas shootin for par
Make way
When the king of the jungle ROARS!

Popping bottles with the stars

:Lupe fiasco supastar freestyle bloodline remix start ya flow at 00:14 no hook needed!


Lights hit my shades soon as I step
Out the car
No average whips ova here
The bentleys way past par
50 stacks in my pocket
We ain't no chumps by far
It's them young allsparks
turned into "Superstars"

Now the bass hits the beat
Hoes loving my tempo
Throwing down on tha mic
Like a n@gga was kimbo
But I'm just a symbol
The coupes not rental
Comin fresh up out the 80's baby
Like a Nintendo

Wildn out in the game
like where is Waldo?
Getting money everyday
Like loomis and Fargo
Niagra falls flow boi
My shit is never shallow
Cold hearted on the mike
Like the day after tomorrow

With Swag of billy d
yea I'm smooth like Marvin
When it comes to these beats
Yea a nigga spitn poison

I hope you got ya penicillin

When I'm delivering

Cuz this viper shit that I'm spitn
Is killin and goin hard on yo b@tch
Like "sexual healing"
Sweet seductions in here ear
Will have her pussy tingling!

And you can bet that!

For a yard and a sack
Will have me pulling on her tracks
While catching a contact
In the back of a candy lac
Yea We shining in this bitch
It's straight adding no subtract!

Known fact
Yea I'm gone get mines
On tha "supastar" track
Nigga laying them land mines

I'm out my mind my flows Devine
Spitn bars that hit ya mind
And break ya spine
So high above you suckas
King Kong couldn't climb
While you
chasing and trying
I'm jogging the line.


Much luv to Lupe....

Lupe fiasco's "superstar" Bloodline freestyle remix

Song: radioactive

Verse #1
Many nights of broken dreams
And Hopes Of fame
N drinking bottle after bottle
To consume the pain

From my hood to your hood
It's still all Guud mane
Breaking rules drankin brews
And totting them thangs

The stormy road that I was traveling
Was filled with rain
These slippery suckas all around me
Is driving me insane

This broken system that we live in
Is built to contain
And East west north south
Yea They feeling my pain

Hook:

Verse: 2

A buck 50 through the city
Yea I'm hogging lanes
I'm taking flight above ya bull
This ain't my first rodeo man

I'm living loving making moves
So I can take care of home
I put the pen to this paper
N let my words guide me home

Don't need no push to start this flight
I'll jump out on my own
I'm parachutin in this game
When i touchdown
Baby it's on!

Then ill.....

Start with a bomb
N end with these flames
Kentaro is here
Runnin the game

You Otha's Is spitn
But this here is insane
I'm Hannibal lecture
Loosing my brain

This beats radioactive
Addictive like cane
Every ryhme every verb
They feeling my pain

Many have come
Only sum reach the top
I'm kicking dis lighting
Like Zeus thunder bolts

So ready for the war
like My name is kratos
You speak of revolution
Well this the rovolt

My priority is royalty
Bow down to the flow
Now back to the money
No time for you jokes

Nnnnnnaaaaah!

"Radioactive Bloodline remix"


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