HEAT

If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens
This that fire, man
Run that shit back, ayy, ayy
If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight and 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 and 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 but you could 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
Ayy, blowin' up all in my city
Ayy, she call me poppa, no Biggie
Ayy, all of these hoes think I’m pretty
Ayy, beautiful hair like a hippie
Ayy, smokin' my dope in the 'cuzzi, yah
She put my hand on her booty, yah
She said «Daddy, can you do me?,» yah
Sprayed on that bitch like a Uzi, yah
Shit, ayy, I ain’t fuckin' done yet, yuh, yuh
Momma need some gold teeth, all my dawgs 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’ma 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 and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens
If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens
If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens
If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me
Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens