Travis Porter - Follies Lyrics
(Intro)Aye SelfIll WillWe bout to do what we do best, right?Take it to the mother*****in booty clubMr. PorterTurn up!(Hook x2)Party up in follies on the molly on the SundayStack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundryAll this ice on, you would think it was for JeezyThrowin up the money got the *****es going crazy(Verse)I like *****es in my near but I want a ***** feel the creeI been blowin this money just like it was going on a treeI done been to the bank, every day of this weekAnd I’ve stuntin so hard they start invest game meI was smashin but she told me take it deeperAll this ice, ***** around and caught the feverMolly bad ass *****, she a divaHad to kick her to the curb ‘cus I don’t need herAll the hunnids got a nigga goin crazyI was spending it crazyGo for that, spending one night, one nightOn the molly(Verse)Follies on the molly but the party went to teamI let er sip the bottom now she tryna sip my leanThrowin up the money got the *****es going nutsGet me try the phone, tell the ho to stay in touchLayin with cake, flippin throwin cracksHoney I own you and think it was the guysHad em up against me and look at how I glistenNigga this a movie, tell yo ho to pay attentionSoon it’s fallin off on my new BalenciagasSwimming in the cash but I brought my Louie bucksI threw up cardinal plus a pair of red bottlesTurn up with my wall like it ain’t no tomorrow (go cray)(Hook x2)Party up in follies on the molly on the SundayStack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundryAll this ice on, you would think it was for JeezyThrowin up the money got the *****es going crazy(Verse)Probably up in follies, off that molly going crazyAll these *****es wanna ***** a fly nigga so I hope that ain’t yo ladyAll this ice on, you would think it was for JeezyPulled up in a hot tub, stuntin in a brand new blue MercedesI drop molly in the bottle with a champagneAll these hoes *****in with the campaignGot hoes round the world, every city I’m atI could pull a nigga ***** like a hamstringMy nigga getting money they choosinGirls start shakin they bootyNiggas start throwin that moneyNow everybody up in here losinGot black girl, white girl, chinese girl, Spanish girlEverybody up in my sectionAnd the bottle just came, I’m about the Rick JamesAll a nigga really need is a blessingCutting up that one stone,Pants saggy, my belt’s onLet the stu, it’s 1 in the morningIt’s Sunday night, I know where I’m goin to mack(Verse)I got them VVS’s in, baby you mad losinProbably up in parties with Jeezy and Cam NewtonShorty up the pole but you know she on the way downMan this ***** a club, we bout to turn into a playgroundMoney in my section, flyin every directionWe throwin hella ones while you niggas sit and textinI call my nigga Kurt Cobain, he’s from Houston, TexasMight call my nigga Dough, this how we do it in professionsI get real cash, yall get penniesYall get no dough, I get plentyI spend 10 bands, all in 35 minutesThey ask me why I did it, hell nah with a Atlantics *****(Hook x2)Party up in follies on the molly on the SundayStack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundryAll this ice on, you would think it was for JeezyThrowin up the money got the *****es going crazy
