HEAT
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If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens
This that fire, man!
Run that shit back!
Ay,!
If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens
I said if it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens
Once upon a time, there was a young boy straight finessin' shit
I don't sell no drugs, bitch, you can hit me if you need the zip
I've been workin' hard, I'm tryna get all of my friends rich
Workin' everyday, I'm tryna get myself a bad bitch
Ay, blowin' up all in my city
Ay, she call me papa, no biggie
Ay, all of these hoes think I'm pretty
Ay, beautiful hair like a hippie
Ay, smokin' my dope in the 'cuzzi
Yuh, she put my hand on her booty
Yuh, she said "Daddy, can you do me?"
Yuh, sprayed on that bitch like a Uzi
Yuh
Shit, ay, I ain' fuckin' done yet
Yuh, yuh
Momma need some gold teeth
All my dogs are tryna eat
Goin' dummy on the beat
ACOT supply the heat
Posted at the function
Slippers on but I'm still fuckin' dancin'
I'mma keep on rappin' till I'm dancin' in my fuckin' mansion
If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens
If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens
If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens
If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard