Follies Travis Porter (Ft. Cap-1)

[Intro]
Aye Self
Ill Will
We bout to do what we do best, right?
Take it to the motherfuckin booty club
Mr. Porter
Turn up!

[Chorus: Ali]
Party up in Follies on the molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundry
All this ice on, you would think it was fugazi
Throwin up the money got the bitches going crazy

[Verse 1: Ali]
I like bitches in my near but I want a bitch feel the cree
I been blowin this money just like it was going on a tree
I done been to the bank, every day of this week
And I’ve stuntin so hard they start invest game me
I was smashin but she told me take it deeper
All this ice, fuck around and caught the fever
Molly bad ass bitch, she a diva
Had to kick her to the curb ‘cus I don’t need her
All the hunnids got a nigga goin crazy
I was spending it crazy
Go for that, spending one night, one night
On the molly